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Occasional Verses 

TOASTS and SENTIMENTS 



SELECTED FROM THE LARGE 
NUMBER OF SUCH PRODUC- 
TIONS COMPOSED FOR HER 
FRIENDS BY 

IDA E. S. NOYES 

AND NOW PUBLISHED BY HER 

HUSBAND, La Verne Noyes, 

AND PRESENTED TO THOSE 
INTIMATE FRIENDS WHO DE- 
SIRE TO PRESERVE THESE 
EXPRESSIONS OF HER BUOYANT 
SPIRIT, RARE GOOD FELLOW- 
SHIP AND KINDLY INTEREST 






COPYRIGHT. 1913, BY 
LAVERNE NOYES 



Extract From Address 

BY MRS. MATTHEW T. SCOTT 

Former President General of the D. A. R., at the unveiling of 

a portrait of Mrs. LaVerne Noyes by the De Witt 

Clinton Chapter, Clinton, 111., 

November 8, 1913. 

A FLOOD of memory sweeps over my mind, and surges through 
my heart, as 1 recall that precious woman whose memory we 
are assembled to honor in the unveiling of this beautiful por- 
trait — our beloved vice president general, Mrs. Noyes, so tragically 
stricken in the full vigor of her singularly useful life. A great writer 
has said: "The pathos of death is this, that when the days of one's 
life are ended — those days that were so crowded with business, and 
felt so heavy in their passing— ^what remains of one in memory should 
usually be so slight a thing." 

A more beautiful legend the great apostle has left us: "They 
rest from their labors, and their works do follow them." 

The passing from earth of this beloved woman, especially near 
and dear to us in Illinois, gives touching emphasis to a creed and faith 
the antithesis of pagan philosophy. This lovely woman was rich in 
gifts, the best that intellect, character and devotion to high ideals 
represent in the great organization of which she was so vital a part. 
May her example be for us an inspiration to still more devoted service, 
still more single-hearted consecration to those great aims to which. 
as Daughters of the American Revolution, we are pledged. 

"Death loves a shining mark" is not a truism merely in the pass- 
ing away of this loved one, whose sympathetic interest, tender and 
courageous friendship, have been for me a strong stay and rock to 
anchor to in days of storm and stress. Her loyal support and warm 
affections were so often an inspiration to me, in times that I now recall 
with pathetic and overwhelming feeling — a cherished friendship that 
time can neither dim nor blot out. Her"s a fidelity that never fal- 
tered, a loyalty that never relaxed, a patience that never wearied, a 
wisdom that rarely erred, and an unselfish devotion that knew no 
limit. Never can we forget or cease to cherish her precious memory, 
rich in all that is most gracious in womanliness, strong and clear in 
intellect, pure in heart, sweet and noble in spirit, splendid in example, 
and with a magnetism that drew all hearts to her. 

"Though a master workman who needed not to be ashamed," all 
that this woman achieved is not restricted to visible, tangible results 
of the passing hour. What she did and what she was, contained the 
germs of greater things, whose influence is to be felt in ever-broadening 
lines of service — the real and enduring, though invisible force, that 
makes for the happiness and betterment and uplift of humanity. 

In the glowing future of our great and beloved Society, in coming 
eventful years, may the standards of this noble woman be a living, 
burning message to us — the beneficiaries of her pure, beautiful life. 
Then indeed shall it be known, that "though dead, she still speaketh." 



An Appreciation 

MRS. NOYES made no claim to great literary 
ability and very rarely attempted the lofty 
heights of true poetry; but she possessed a rare aptitude 
for rhyme and the happy faculty of expressing herself 
tersely and wittily in verse. 

This unusual accomplishment she often employed on 
social occasions and at functions, both public and private, 
where she always was a central figure in the intellectual 
part of the festivities. Her shafts of wit and satire and 
appreciation always went straight to the mark and never 
failed to win sincere admiration and enthusiasm. Always 
in the best of humor and kindliness her points scored 
forcefully, though sometimes at the sacrifice of metrical 
and rhythmical accuracy, for which she cared little. 

Her verses were intended to be merely ephemeral, 
with a direct application to a particular person or place 
or occasion. The present collection of them, published 
solely for private circulation among her personal friends, 
will, it is hoped, serve to recall many a happy hour spent 
with this beloved singer, whose voice, untimely silent, 
still echoes in memory. FRANK PIXLEY. 



The "Ida Noyes" Hall. 

THE gift of $300,000 to the University of Chicago 
by Mr. La Verne W. Noyes in memory of his wife 
is an act unusual in its direct appropriateness. 
The generous fund is to go to build the ' Ida Noyes Hall,' 
a gymnasium and social center for the woman students. 
The impress that Mrs. Noyes' life left upon the various 
branches of woman's activities in Chicago is still fresh. 
The memorial at the great university will preserve its 
memory in the years to come. It was altogether fitting 
that the board of trustees declared in formal resolution 
its 'especial gratification that there is to be commemorated 
in the quadrangles of the university the name of a gracious 
and gifted woman whose rare qualities are well worthy 
of admiration and emulation by successive generations 
of our young women.' " 

Editorial. The Chicago Evening Post, June 11, 1913 



A Tribute to Mrs. Noyes 

^Vritten by a College Friend 

IN many ways Mrs. Noyes" character was unique. She had a 
personality so much out of the ordinary that from childhood until 

the time of her death she always held a place distinctly her own. 
All that came into her life ministered to her education and development. 
To point out a few of the elements that contributed to her life's progress 
may give a key to her interesting character. 

She was superbly democratic. Attainments, position, wealth, 
only deepened this element in her disposition. Her childhood in an 
Iowa village, where her father was a doctor and friend to all, was the 
first lesson in tolerance and understanding of people of all ages and 
conditions. She always had sympathy and kindness for any who, 
she judged, were unfairly treated, and there are scores of persons 
who are today mourning the loss of one who championed their cause 
in time of misunderstanding and trial. Mer life in this particular 
was one of constant enlargement. She had a scientific mind. Her 
wise doctor father encouraged her in all studies that might develop 
her mind in the strongest and most well-rounded manner. She had 
her college course at the Iowa State College, along with her brother 
(where her future husband was also a student), and learned to think 
and act with a clearness and accuracy that has always been one of 
her strongest traits. 

To these two attributes — clearness and accuracy in thinking — 
is due much of the power she possessed for leadership. During her 
college days she was admired for her talent as a presiding officer, as 
a fine speaker, and as one greatly talented in reading and acting. 

In the early days of her husband's business life in Chicago, 
it was from her orderly little desk in their home that the beautifully 
written letters were sent that were so helpful to his success, and at 
this desk the books were kept so accurately and scientifically. Her 
wondrously beautiful handwriting has always been a joy to her hosts 
of friends. She would never give her correspondence into another's 
hand, and through months of acute suffering and great weakness 
her hand never lost its cunning and hundreds of letters and notes, 
by their daintiness and cheerfulness, disarmed the anxiety of those 
who loved her. 

AH her experiences contributed to develop the fine artistic 
taste which came to her from a refined and sensitive mother. She 
grew to love all phases of nature and as opportunities widened she 
developed an appreciation of every form of art that was broad and 



accurate. Literature was a field she loved. Books were her delight. 
She knew them well and loved the best in many kinds. Her love of 
pictures and painting led her to definite study of that form of art 
and for several years she was a student in the Art Institute of Chicago 
and of the Julian School in Paris. She did splendid work. Her 
study of drawing and painting was a delight and later was most 
helpful in the training given her eye when she came to judge of beauty 
in using the camera during her travels. She leaves in her Lake Shore 
home thirty or forty thousand photographs all mounted in volumes 
and labeled by her own hand. Her taste and choice in color were a 
part of this artistic development. She seemed wholly original in her 
tastes, in furnishing, in decoration and in dress. Not cost, but beauty 
determined her choice. She was really oriental in this respect, and few 
western natures have more fully understood the oriental love for beauty. 
Her taste and love of color were abiding and unerring. 

Her association in later years with the D. A. R. gave a wider 
reach to all these talents that were such a source of power. Her 
final triumph came this fall when from her bed of pain she sent an 
eloquent message to the State meeting. It touched every heart and 
doubly endeared her to the order which had become so dear to her. 
It satisfied her heart's desire for affection. 

SALLIE STALKER SMITH 



The Farmers' Hall of Fame 

At unveiling of portrait of Cyrus Hall McCormick. whose 

name was the first to be enrolled. Urbana. 

111., December 15. 1909. 

IN Pantheons and abbeys old. 
Which royal ashes do enfold. 
Are found as well the warrior's dust; 
Perchance the bones of statesman just ; 
In corner dark, mayhap, a bard 
Sleeps his last sleep without regard. 
But never, in the ages gone. 
Did toilers" names to fame belong. 

Who murdered millions of his kind. 

Yet gained the day, would always find 

Millions to praise him for his deeds; 

Men for such fame would twist their creeds. 

Strange, is it not, that never sage, 

In all the eons of past age. 

Who did fame's pages closely scan. 

Could find the name of husbandman? 

Mankind, in all the ages past. 

Has reared great domes and temples vast 

Alone to those who did employ 

Their talents others to destroy ; 

While those who killed against great odds 

Were thought to be akin to gods. 

Some savages their brave extol 

By carved heads on totem pole. 

'Twas left to men of our great state 
To canonize the truly great; 
To lift to fame and write the name 
Of him whose life-long work and aim 
Was to increase the gifts of earth; 
To till the soil and give new birth 
To wheat and corn and rye and grass 
And help mankind to thus amass 



Such store of goods as far surpasses 

All other efforts for the masses. 

"Who makes two blades of grass to grow 

Instead of one" long, long ago, 

Were told, was blest and was the best 

Of benefactors to his race. 

Now Illinois has given place 

To this great hall, a Hall of Fame 

For farmers, where each honored name 

Shall be extolled and then enrolled 

In characters so bright and bold 

That men shall prize them more than gold. 

Peace sounds the knell of armed power 

And now is the triumphal hour 

Of Nature's conservation, when 

Are raised to fame her husbandmen. 



Country Life 

At luncheon given by Mr. and Mrs. Harry Irving Miller in 
their new farm home called "Richmond Hill," 
August 30. 1908. 

C~'S have a toast with right good will, 
A brand new toast, 'tis "Richmond Hill!" 
The seat of lakes and mighty trees; 
Of fertile soil and balmy breeze, 
Where golden pheasants preen and hide 
And Mallard ducks in peace abide. 
Sleek Holsteins fine and other kine; 
True terrapin without the brine; 
Pure Andalusian hens as well, 
And ducks and geese the list to swell. 
Some porcine pearls of adipose; 
Some turkeys tall and grandiose; 
Arabian steeds of famous breeds; 
And motors for the varied needs 
Of friends, good friends who love you well, 
And more, much more than I can tell. 
Had I a book, each page 'twould fill 
To tell the joys of Richmond Hill. 



An Appreciation 

To Mr. Smiley, on behalf of the women at the Lake Mohonk 

Conference on International Arbitration. 

May 21, 1909. 



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HEN guests, like Mr. Smiley "s here. 

Have touched beatitude, 
Tis hard to find the fitting words 

To speak their gratitude. 



And though, in conference, the Dames 

Have scarcely said a word. 
When heart-felt thanks spring from all ranks 

They surely should be heard 

To prove that they appreciate 

This host of great estate 
Whose zeal for peace knows no surcease, 

And whom we celebrate. 

To right the wrongs of all the earth 

The conference essays. 
And that success may crown its work 

Each one devoutly prays. 

Since, in the warring world outside. 

Its influence is felt 
To such a very vast extent 

That armaments may melt 

Beneath its fire of arguments 

From orators and sages 
Who bring here brightest modern thought 

With wisdom of the ages. 

Our host has hand like magic wand 

To beautify the earth. 
Since, where but barren rocks were found. 

His touch has given new birth 

To trees and flowers and clinging vines 

And pastures for the herd ; 
Where e'en the chipmunk finds a home 

As does the singing bird. 



His people and the dumb beasts here, 

Beneath his gentle sway, 
Act as if they were each new-born. 

Each perfect in his way. 

Dost ask where is the happiest land? 

And where the loveliest spot? 
"Tis Mr. Smiley 's "smiling land," 

With its far-famed "Sky-Top." 

Such wealth of lofty thought and pure 

He gathers in this spot 
That, once a guest of this great host. 

Ne'er more the common lot 

Is his or hers who's heard the words 
Of peace and good here spoken; 

He lives this dream of perfect bliss 
Which never can be broken. 

Oh, blessed host and happy guests 
At Lake Mohonk, York State, 

You all are so much of one mind 
There's naught to arbitrate. 



As a Little Child 

A bit of advice to U. S. Daughters of 1812. 



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EAR "Daughters of the 1812" 

Would'st be both keen and sage ? 
Cut from your application blanks 
Exactitude of age. 



No woman but a Cassie C. 

Can grasp a finance page; 
Then why ask gentle womankind 

To figure up her age ? 

No "Daughters" true will falsify; 

But, let us put it mild, 
As to her date of birth each dame 

Is as a little child. 



The United States Army 

To Colonel George W. Goethels, U. S. A.. President of the 

Panama Commission and Chief Engineer of the 

great canal. March 16, 1909. 

WHAT cannot our great army do 
Where'er the flag's unfurled? 
'Twill cut a continent in two 
And yet unite a world! 
Its doctors and its engineers. 

Relentlessly as fate. 
Fierce wars have won against disease, 
A world achievement great! 

Our wars are waged for righteousness 

And not for sordid gain! 
We've freed a troubled sister state 

From clutches of old Spain, 
Where insurrections were the rule. 

And every man had fought 
Against old-world oppression and 

For freedom — all for naught. 

To enumerate the victories 

Of our armies on the shore. 
Or tell of our diplomacy 

To compel the "open door," 
Were more than one poor scribe can do 

In the moment when we dine; 
But we'll show appreciation 

In at least one glass of wine! 

May every one promotion win 

And may the fame increase 
Of Uncle Sam's great army that 

Doth make and maintain peace! 
And for these gathered round this board 

Drink deep for their dear sakes — 
The Colonel from far Panama ! 

And General of the Lakes! 



Lincoln 

Press League Celebration of the Centenary of Abraham 
Lincoln's Birth, February 12th, 1909. 

GREAT Lincoln! bravest, truest man, 
With wisdom superhuman — 
A kingly soul, as Jove himself. 

Yet tenderness of womsm. 
He voiced in deathless sentences 

Great thoughts which all unite. 
Of charity that suffers long 

And firmness in the right. 
He flinched not in his boyhood days 

To put the bu'ily down 
And proved tlie might of him with right 

In old New Salem town. 
He braved the Mississippi's flood 

And brought his craft to port. 
And, while unlettered, won renown 

In many a circuit court. 
The "Little Giant," too, he met 

In stormy, joint debate; 
And through the slave he fought to save 

Made famous our good state. 
But greatest of this patriot's deeds 

Were in the civil strife, 
When friends turned foes and untold woes 

Beset each walk of life. 
Ah, then the Patriot President, 

So gentle and so brave. 
Though forced to call good men to fall, 

Did all he could to save. 
His friends, his foes, the great, the small. 

Each held his place secure 
In Father Abraham's loving heart 

Whose pity could endure. 



He served for all, he suffered all, 

Nor malice ever knew; 
Was humblest of all humble souls 

Yet of God's chosen few. 
Our Lincoln! the true patriot 

From birth to latest breath! 
Although a century has gone. 

His spirit lives in death. 



The Real Daughters of 1812 

Read at U. S. D. of 1812 luncheon. December 2, 1909. 



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val'rous Daughters of brave sires! 
Whose fame keeps bright, like vestal fires, 
You are the honored guests today 
And, while life lasts, will be alway. 



The war of eighteen twelve, though brief 
And filled with disappointing grief. 
Yet proved our prowess on the seas. 
And, when the flag blew to the breeze, 

Inspired the song of Francis Key's. 
'Tis much to write a world-loved song; 
'Tis much to right a grievous wrong; 
'Tis great when weak o'erwhelm the strong ; 

All these to eighteen twelve belong. 
They fought on seas and alien shore 
From Canada to Baltimore; 
By bays and lakes and mighty streams 

From Fayal Roads to New Orleans. 

But strangest thing of all we find 

They still fought on, though peace was signed. 

Of earliest Daughters, half a score 

Has Illinois today, I ken. 
So. till the time when she has more. 
We'll pay our homage and adore 
Our own beloved ten! 



The God-Made Man and the 
Man-Made Man 

February 24, 1910. 

GOD made, in image of His own, a man 
To carry out His Godlike plan 
Of love and service, brotherhood and good 
And all the virtues loved and understood. 
Then man, with cunning brain and wise, devised 
A man-made man of greed who'd never heed 
The "still small voice" of conscience plead, — 
A soulless thing, this man-made man, to bring 
Within his grasp the wealth of all and wring 
The last live heart-drop from the sons of toil. 
This man-made man who doth so largely plan. 
Is not a frightful Frankenstein to die, 
But the great corporation to defy 
Law makers and the laws of God-made man, 
And act toward mortals like the great / am, — 
A powerful, soulless thing to live alway, 
While God-made men, like flowers, live but a day. 

Full ninety million God-made men it takes 
To make our mighty nation. 

While four oi five of man-made men, 'tis thought. 
May corral all creation. 
Bismarck, the Teuton's one all-powerful Prince, 
Was made, we're told, of blood and iron; 
Our man-made men are made of oil. 
Meats, sweets and steel and armor-plate to fire on. 

The man-made man grows strong on tariff tolls. 
While in his juggernaught he onward rolls 
And crushes out the life from God-made souls. 
Yet God-made man this man-made man has made. 
He's his creator after all is said. 
So of his work he must not be afraid. 
But, where it's wrong, must let it feel the blade. 
The gladiatorial Roosevelt 
Essayed this task because he thought he felt 
In his right arm "the strength of ten." 
He grasped his sword, he fought the fight, and then 
Went off to Africa to rest — no jest 
Is this — the jungle beast is gentler far 
Than trusts, when they the nation's strength contest. 



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Mrs. Noyes' hand-writing.) 



Children of the Republic 

At the C. R. Convention, November 18, 1909. 



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ET statesmen save the forests 
And citizens the streams, 
And poets pen immortal lines 
To crystallize their dreams 



The "Daughters'" conservation 

Is work most consecrate — - 
To keep alive the patriot fires 

And make the country great; 

Not great in swollen fortunes, 

But great in righteousness. 
And strong in Godlike character. 

The only type to bless 

Itself and others. 'Tis our 

Truest conservation 
To train the child to love the flag 

And magnify the nation. 

This, "Daughters" all are doing. 

In their own simple way, 
By forming little patriot clubs 

Of C. R. U. S. A. 

Children of our Republic! 

The nation's hope and stay. 
When all are taught just how they ought 

To vote, or fight, or pray. 

This is our work, my sisters: 

To train the youthful mind 
In patriot ways and make our days 

Greater than those behind. 



Just a Few Knights 

At dinner by Mr. and Mrs. Thomas Duerson Knight, at 
University Club, May 6, 1909. 

THOUGH knights of old were ever bold 
And cast in that heroic mold 
Which armor wore of tons or more 
In weight, and swore their foes to kill 
Or wade in gore; to hunt the Grail; 
Dames to adore and such like lore 
Of chivalry, the Knights today, 
Say what you may, are in our way 
Of thinking, much more brave than they. 
This Knight has often been the head 
Of Hamilton's great hosts so dread. 
Of whom "tis said that, when they name 
A man for fame, make good their claim 
And land him in the White House new. 
Wherein so few of all who sue 
For sufferance of voters true 
Can hope to get much else than rue. 
Or other than those three short words. 
So loathed by man: "He also ran." 
But now one can rhyme on this plan 
For hours and hours and tell a brand 
New story of the glory of 
Our Knights today. But, let us say 
For Thomas D., and also she 
Who shares his name and has much fame 
That's quite her own, from all we've known 
Of knights of old, in stories told. 
And Knights today, that really they, 
Our own dear Knights, are, as it were, 
"Upon the heights" in hearts and souls 
Of those who know them. Raise the bowls 
And drain them quite to T. D. Knight! 
And one who does all hearts delight. 
His better half — dear Helen Knight! 



An Ancestral Tribute 

At the Annual Luncheon of "The Chicago Colony of New 

England Women" on the opening day of the 

Blackstone Hotel. Monday, 

April II, 1910. 



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EAR motherland, Old England, 

So loyal to your king, 
Your strength it was that gave us 

The qualities we sing: 



Devotion to ideals 

Of liberty and right. 
Oft called "New England Conscience" 

But born of England's might. 

Our toast is "old New England," 

The land of brains and brawn. 
Of blue laws and blue stockings. 

Where 'twas a sin to yawn. 

Or smile, or laugh, or kiss one's child. 

Upon the day called Sunday, 
Or fail to go three times to church. 

Though six P. M. was Monday. 

This Pilgrim band which sought our land 

For liberty of thought. 
Straightway denied to all beside 

The freedom that they sought. 

The Puritan forefathers old 

Had virtues so austere. 
Their freedom was oppressive quite. 

Their liberty was fear. 

They shunned the Shaker, burned the witch, 

Turned out the Catholic, 
Believed "Old Nic" a living De'il 

And hung the heretic. 

Austerity, propriety. 

And all the sterner stuff 
That makes for strength were theirs, and yet. 

We're told, they all took snuff. 



Dear inconsistent ancestors, 

We love you for your faults. 
As in the softening light of time 

The years your fame exalts. 

You rocked upon the wintry seas. 

And suffered many a shock; 
But, when you came to find the land, 

'Twas only Plymouth Rock. 

And "rocky" was the life you led 

Upon that first plantation ; 
Yet from your rocks and scanty soil 

Has grown our mighty nation. 

And as a house built on a rock 

'Gainst storm and stress shall stand. 

So Pilgrim stock, from Plymouth Rock, 
Is strongest in the land. 

Oh, mountains green and mountains white. 

And granite hard and gray ; 
Your colors, like your qualities. 

Will never pass away. 

The colors of those mountains old. 

And of our Colony, 
In this hotel are shown so well 

That, on its opening day, 

We"ll give a "knock" to Plymouth Rock 

And toast another stone — 
"The Blackstone." red and green and white, 

Chicago's very own! 

Congratulations, Brothers Drake, 
Upon your great "Blackstone!" 

Colonial stock in its best frock. 
Colonial stock alone. 

Is here today to ope the way. 

Like Pilgrim leaven, let us say. 
Toward steadfast growth and progress real 

In all that makes for strength and weal. 



Culture 

For Culture Club Christmas Luncheon, 1909. 



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H. Culture, most elusive thing 
That woman ever sought ! 
When seen, 'tis ever on the wing 
Intangible as thought. 



For fourteen years this Culture Club 

Has kept its upward way ; 
How can a rank outsider, then, 

Have anything to say 

To Dames of such exalted state 

As these that here are seen? 
Yet culture fine, which Boston boasts. 

Comes from the humble bean. 

Now feasts for Presidents, we hear. 
Are made from "possum stew. 

Which erstwhile was a darky dish 
Not fit for such as you 

And cunning little coons, 'twas thought. 
Looked each like to his mate; 

But one fair Coon, you've seen this noon. 
Can grace the chair of state. 

Some years agone, a brown bear's cubs. 

If caught, were kept in pen; 
While Teddy Bears were idolized 

For seven years — and then 

Cast out for larger game, far off 

In Afric's jungle strand; 
Which shows the humblest may aspire 

E'en in this cultured land. 

So I have dared, since you have fared 

On richest Christmas cheer. 
To wish you well and even tell 

To culture's votaries here 

That simple things and simple folk 
Can sometimes hold the stage 

To while away a leisure day 
E'en in this cultured age. 



A Poet and a Poem 

To Mrs. H. H. Jackson, November 28, 1906. 



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ONG years ago a poet, 

"H. H.," had wondrous fame. 
Today, did you but know it. 
Our hostess has the same. 



The same, yet not the same, friends; 

She's living in our time; 
She's youth and grace and beauty, 

A poem in each line 

Of action, word and gesture; 

"A living poem" true. 
Alert and wearing vesture 

All up-to-date and new. 

We well recall "Ramona," 

The lovely Spanish name 
Of Colorado's heroine 

Whom "H. H." brought to fame. 

"H. H." made glad our mothers 
With songs of westland wild. 

We reverence her memory 
Who those old days beguiled. 

Let's toast the "living poem!" 
Let's toast the present hour! 

This and the rosy future, 

Best source of joy and power ! 

Better this living poem 

Here at the table's head 
Than all the have-been poets 

And all that they have said! 



Sisters of the Southland 

At Continental Congress Breakfast of Southern Woman's Club. 
February 23. 191 1. 



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AIR sisters of the Southland, 
With lips like honey-dew 

Aind every grace of action, 
What can we say to you? 



To you, whose virtues merit 

All praises ever sung; 
Whose own sweet speech is softest 

E"er heard in English tongue; 

To you, who're more than sated 
With words that most enchant; 

Who've fed on honeyed speeches 
From Colonels o"er gallant? 

How can a Northern woman. 
E'en though with heart aflame 

With fire of patriotism. 

Quite match a Southern dame ? 

Alone she cannot do it ; 

But as a D. A. R. 
She feels a power within her 

That reaches out afar 

To make this good world better. 
To teach each boy and girl 

To love their flag and country 
And cherish as a pearl 

Above all price the kinship 
Betwixt the South and North ! 

For Daughters all are sisters 
And bravely they fare forth 

To make the Sons all brothers. 
E'en those of foreign birth. 

They love to serve for others 
And do rare deeds of worth. 



Since Daughters brave are militant 
And for the right will fight. 

They do not have to cast a vote 
To demonstrate their might. 

Their patriotic gospel broad 

Is a connecting link 
To hold all hearts together 

And ev'ry difference sink. 

Dear Club of Southern Women 

We do congratulate 
Ourselves that we are with you 

To breakfast here in state. 

But could you e'er have risen 

For such an early feast 
Without our grim, good Northern vim 

Of lake breeze from the east? 

Your languorous Southern sunshine 

Breeds beauty and repose; 
But Northern chill stirs up the will 

And gives the nerve that "goes." 



The Wolf and the Lamb 

To Mrs. Christian John Wolff. December 1, 1906. 



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HROUGH Mansfield's magic art, a man 

Can be a Jekyl or a Hyde: 
And stranger things right here we scan. 

Yet with them gladly we abide 



In silken robes here sits a Wolff; 

Still, we make no ado, 
Because, although she is a Wolff, 

She is a Christian, too. 

This dual role she makes so rare 
None can give aught but praise 

To dame so fair and debonair 
And fine in all her ways. 



An Invasion of American 
Rights 

At dinner of the joint meeting of The New England Society 

of Chicago and the Chicago Colony of New 

England Women, at the Anniversary 

Celebration of Bunker Hill 

Day, 191 1 



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EW England's name is famous 
0"er all the world so round. 
For thrift and ingenuity 

And conscience that is sound. 



She owns the homely virtues 
And has a "cinch" on speech; 

Says "neow" and "ceow " with dignity 
And dares the world to teach ; 

Puts spectacles on beauty; 

And has old maids "to burn," 
Old farms, worn-out, abandoned 

Landmarks at every turn. 

Her "hub" is no mere fiction; 

Around it things revolve. 
And, when it comes to culture. 

All questions it can solve. 

From over seas, with rumble 

Of coronation guns. 
Comes "peace by arbitration" 

With other news that stuns. 

And next, this startling statement 
From out the land of Guelph: 

"The British Isle will make a 
New England of herself!" 

How can she re-arrange it? 

Reform the House of Peers? 
Make new or dare to change it 

After eight hundred years? 



Now, for John Bull's Old England 

To claim our heritage 
And use our name, "New England," 

Should put us in a rage. 

New England is our birthright. 

Her virtues are our own. 
We claim her wooden nutmegs 

And eke her Plymouth Stone. 

Old England has a Plymouth, 

Also a chalk-cliff coast; 
But it's neither stern nor rockbound. 

The Pilgrim Fathers' boast. 

For that old name, "New England," 

We claim a copyright 
Which ne'er will we surrender 

To British Lord or wight. 

New England, oh, New England! 

Our greatest boast and pride! 
We hallow you and jolly you 

At every banquet side. 

Now what is this New England, 

Of which we're so proud, 
Which calls men here, from every sphere. 

To sing its praises loud? 

New England's not a favored spot 

Where ev'ry good we find ; 
It once was geographical, 

' Tis now a state of mind. 

New England in Old England 

Would never make a hit; 
John Bull is not a Jonathan, 

Our clothes would never fit. 

Though they should try high tariff. 

Or even form a trust, 
They'd soon get into trouble, 

As combinations must. 



New Englanders wear halos. 

The Britisher a crown; 
Each knows he is superior 

And turns the other down. 

Each knows his way is better 

Than all the world beside, 
And what has been should always be, 

With precedent for guide. 

Yet, if our British Cousins 

Could learn our Yankee twang. 

Speak speech that we could understand 
And sling our U. S. slang. 

We fawncy, don't you know, friends. 
There cawn't be very much 

For Yorkshire or for London town 
To learn, to be in touch 

With the genuine New England, 
Which at this Board we find, 

Which breathes superiority. 
And is a state of mind. 



Fair Florence 

To Miss Florence Hutchinson, at an Italian dinner, 
April 12, 1906. 

FAIR Florence by the Amo 
Is famous for its art; 
Fair Florence, our sweet hostess. 
They say has not a heart, 
Because, forsooth, she's never 
Encountered Cupid's dart. 

Yet, heart hath she for old-time friends; 

For Woman's Club and art; 
For country's good ; for every good ! 

This maid who keeps her heart 
We toast as our own brightest star! 

And may we never part! 



An Appeal 



On board the Campania, September, 1910, at concert to raise 
funds for the Seamen's Benevolent Institution 
in Liverpool and New York. 



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OOD citizens of England! 
And the United States 1 
And those of other countries 
Who now are our shipmates! 



We ask kind thoughts and wishes 
For the Old Seamen's Home; 

For children left and wife bereft 
By death beneath the foam. 

We ask your pounds and pennies 
To guard and safely keep 

The battered hulks of men who were 
Brave soldiers of the deep. 

Their ways of life are humble. 
And when the strength to haul. 

Or heave, or throw, has vanished. 
They then have lost their all. 

Bethink you of the seamen 

Who now our straight course keep 
In safety, through all dangers. 

These soldiers of the deep! 

Then far into your pockets 
Let each one reach the hand. 

And for the suffering seamen 
Give ail his purse will stand! 

This order is not one of war 

Nor is it a command ; 
But oh ! 'tis an entreaty 

We trust you can't withstand. 



Anniversary Greeting 

To the Charter Members of Chicago Chapter, D. A. R., its 
Twentieth Anniversary, March 16, 191 1. 



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AST thought, dear Charter Members, 
Just what this birthday means? 
You've reached a stately milestone 
And left behind your teens. 



No more gay pranks of girlhood 
The foolish action screens; 

You're now exemplars for us 
Because you've left your teens. 

From now on you'll be knowing. 

And others may behold. 
How thick and fast the honors 

Come when you're growing old. 

For twenty years you've gathered 

In zeal for D. A. R., 
To cherish noblest standards 

And spread their fame afar; 

To drink "a cup o' kindness;" 
To drop the heart-felt tear 

For noble charter members 
Who are no longer here. 

Although you're few you're mighty! 

You blazed the path along 
Until your faithful comrades 

Are now eight hundred strong. 

You were originators 

And glory is your due; 
The rest of us but follow — 

We took from you the cue. 

To you, we younger "Daughters" 
Look up as to our queens; 

For royal guests you are here 
Because you've left your teens. 



A score of years behind you 
And many years ahead 

In which to spread the glory 
Of blue and white and red ! 

We toast your deeds so noble ! 

We toast your silvering hair! 
And hope the years before you 

Will every one be fair. 



Our Heroes 

At the Midlothian Country Club Dinner, 
August 22, 1908. 

NOW glory to Midlothian 
Where all the trophies rest! 
And glory to our "Youngsters'" bold 
Who've bested all the best! 
And glory to the Hunter boys. 

Both fair-haired "Paul and Bob." 
As well as pater, Charles L,, 

Whom rivals cannot rob! 
When tall "Bob" brought "The Mayflower" home. 

It gave as great a shock 
To Sawyer, of the Wheaton links, 

As when ancestral stock. 
The Pilgrims, humped the Mayflower Ship 

On good, old Plymouth Rock! 
And glory to the Edwards line 

(Though England claims the king). 
We've six who play a royal game 

And of whose fame all sing. 
But greatest of this band of youth — 

Good golfers brave and true, 
Is the Mason who has builded up 

Great fame for him and you 
As glorious Western Champion 

Of the greatest game on earth. 
The game that gives us health and thirst 

And "dubs" an endless mirth. 



A Priestess of Peace 

To Mrs. Leicht after her return from a tour around the world. 
November 15, 1911. 



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HEN beauteous Angelina 
Was on "the other side," 

She held the nations spellbound 
And peace was then world-wide. 



From Europe to the Orient 

She held all in her hand; 
So potent is great beauty 

That we can understand 

How Turks and dark Italians 

Forgot their difference; 
Forgot the plains of Tripoli 

And deeds of violence 

And feasted but on beauty, 

With thoughts of naught but her, 

And in the worship each became 
A rank idolater. 

The gorgeous Indian princes. 

And Maharajahs, too. 
Forgot John Bull's oppression 

And only thought to woo. 

While Cingalese and Javanese 
And dwellers in the Straits 

Just lost their heads completely to 
The beauty from the States. 

Grand Mandarins and Japanese 

To her alone did vow. 
And to Chicago's beauty 

Made their profound kow-tow. 

We know 'twas she compelled them 
To peaceful ways awhile 

And, for her sake, abandon quite 
Their Oriental guile. 

Now, that she's taken from them. 
Grim war seems everywhere; 

Yet, if we can but keep her, 
I ask you: Shall we care? 



Patriotic Sunshine 

To Travel Tourists, February 5, 1907. 

SCIENCE says the spectrum 
Has just seven colors true; 
Patriotic sunshine 

Has red, and white and blue — 

A trinity of colors, 

The purest, brightest, best! 
Translate them into jewels 

And they will stand the test: 

White is for the diamond. 
And sapphire for the blue, 

Rose red is for the ruby. 
What finer stones will you 7 

Under southern skies or northern. 

In eastland light or west. 
Patriotic sunshine 

Forever is the best. 

Best for Travel Tourists, 

Best for every clime ; 
Only in its radiance 

Can lovely woman shine. 

Patriotic sunshine! 

It purifies the air. 
Simplifies the spectrum 

And makes the world more fair ; 

Guarantees our freedom. 

Keeps ev'ry foe at bay! 
May its flashing colors last 

Forever and a day! 



Christmas Thoughts 

To Mrs. Charles H. Conover, Christinas Eve, 191 I. 



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N Holy Christ Child's natal night 
And sacred Sabbath eve. 
With friends so dear in home of cheer, 
'Tis easy to believe 



That peace and good will rule the earth; 

That ne'er a soul is sad; 
That every heart has had new birth 

And everyone is glad ; 

That Santa Claus is not a myth 

But traverses steam coils 
Much better than the ancient way 

Through chimney soot that soils. 

And that he still has reindeer steeds 

Which never make a slip 
In satisfying children's needs 

On every Christmas trip; 

For Uncle Sam has realized 

That letters to their saint, 
From trusting childish writers here, 

Are needed to acquaint 

That bundle-burdened, snowy man 

About each doll and sled, 
Since even fairies cannot keep 

Statistics in the head. 

And if of papas and mammas 

There are not quite enough 
To help dear Santa do his work, 

"Good Fellows" all will stuff 

The stockings, and the youngsters, too, 

Till each shall have its fill 
Of sweetmeats and all other "eats" 

That make the "kiddies" ill. 



We all are like the children when 

"Good Fellows" call us in 
To wine and dine and spend the time 

With friends who' re more than kin. 

Especially at Christmas time. 

And in this house so fine. 
Where hospitality is such 

That all things seem divine. 



A Pledge of Faith 

At banquet to honor Mrs. Scott, the candidate from Illinois 
to succeed Mrs. McLean, as President D. A. R. 



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OR queenly Mrs. Matthew Scott, 

Our President to be. 
The votes will come so hot, hot, hot, 

That you will surely see 



No other name will be writ down 

Or even said aloud. 
She is a winner, sure enough. 

And one of whom weVe proud. 

So not by stealth we drink her health 

But here above the board 
At Arlington, we. one by one. 

Pour out this precious hoard 

Of vintage rare 
Long kept with care 

Till it could touch the spot. 
When this old town 
Of great renown 

Should have a time so hot 
That it could not 
Be e'er forgot 
How Daughters fair 
From everywhere 

Drank deep to Mrs. Scott ! 



The Club Declares Itself 

For the Captain James Lawrence Children ol the Republic 
Club, U. S. A.. May 13. 1911. 



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HE J. L. C. R. Club are we. 
Just twenty members strong; 
No pedigree, as you will see 
Need we to help along. 



But just the love of home and land 
And of "The Grand Old Flag;" 

We hope to be good citizens. 
Wise, proud, yet without brag; 

And brave and true as knights of old 

Who went on holy quest 
And fought for love and not for gold. 

And thought the very best 

That anyone on earth can do. 

Real happiness to find. 
Is to be honest, good and true 

And always, always kind. 

For when we're bad some one is sad 

In just a little while; 
Maybe it"s mother or it"s "dad." 

Or we who cannot smile. 

So. the James Lawrence Club, dear friends. 

We wish it understood, 
In all its purposes and ends 

Is very, very good. 

The "Daughters" help to make us so. 

And to them we give thanks; 
They guide us kindly and sometimes 

Forgive our "worstest" pranks. 

And their sweet Regent, Mrs. L., 

Who's queen of everything. 
Is now State Regent, O. so "swell," 

And in her praise we'd sing 

Or work with will, or e'en sit still. 

If that would please her best; 
For gee! we love her, ev'ry one. — 

It's great to be her guest! 



The Charmed Age 

On the eighteenth birthday of the Chicago Chapter D. A. R. 
March 16, 1909. 



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H Daughters of the shining hair 
And stiff brocades of old. 
As women you are now "of age. 
One score, less two, all told. 



Felicitations to you all! 

Eighteen years old today — 
The charmed age of womanhood 

Where each one loves to stay. 

A man must have good twenty-one 

Full years behind his back. 
While woman's years go round, not on, 

Just like the zodiac. 

Then why not stay at eighteen years 
Where girl and woman meet? 

Ancestral blanks say eighteen years, 
Just eighteen years, complete, 

Is the right time to prove our dower 

Of patriotic zeal 
And martial spirit of our sires 

Which makes the nation's weal. 

We're strong today in deeds well done 

For C. R. U. S. A. 
Memorial Hall, well nigh complete, 

Makes each one glad and gay. 

This anniversary we greet 

And to the flag give cheers; 
We've reached the heyday of our youth; 

Thank God for eighteen years! 



A Word for the West 

Response to the President General's address of welcome to the 

18th D. A. R. Congress in Washington, D. C, 

AprU 19. 1909. 



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HE oldest of the Chapters 
And largest one as well. 
Upon this day of welcome. 
Will just take time to tell 



That not alone the thirteen 
Good states along the coast 

Can claim old fields of battle. 
And of their heroes boast. 

George Rogers Clark, the fearless. 

In seventeen seventy-eight 
Won victory for the great west 

In Kaskaskia, our state. 

His victory from the British, 

Was won on July fourth; 
'Twas Patrick Henry sent him 

To save the west and north. 

And now we've built a monument 

As well as saved the site 
On which was old Fort Massac, 

At the Ohio's right. 

'Tis Illinois claims Lincoln 
And General Grant as well. 

Since our good state 'twas reared them 
It is no boast to tell 

To all the world our glory 

And claim them as our own — 

This President and General 
So great they stand alone. 

And in our park named "Lincoln," 
By Clark Street, all may see 

Where sleeps the last survivor 
Who scattered Boston tea. 



Six score, almost, his life-span, 
In fresh air of the West — 

Oh, 'tis the Windy City 

That's young and old and best. 

Our soil is patriotic. 

And of the golden corn 
It yields in great profusion 

The fill of plenty's horn. 

We know we grow the pure stuff. 

Because the President, 
In making up his Cabinet 

Of those most competent 

For his official family. 

Chose not calm men, with fat. 
But workers from Chicago, 

And Democrats at that. 

Oh, 'live is patriotism 

Throughout the Prairie State, 
And 'tis her largest city 

Has given to the great 

New Taft administration 
Its heads for cash and war; 

(The only thing she's shy on 
Being a Senator.) 

No matter what one's party. 
Or who shall office hold. 

If all are patriotic 
.And true, as true as gold, 

And loyal to the colors. 

Like every D. A. R. 
Who's welcomed here this morning 

By our good guiding star! 



The Days We Celebrate 

At the West End Woman's Club breakfast, celebrating the 
Birthday of Washington, February 22, 1907. 

THE days we designate 
And celebrate are great 
In number and purport. 
Nor cannonade nor fort 
Is needed to exhort 
Us watchfully to guard 
And keep them. 
In fact 'tis hard 
To find a day some bard 
Or nation has not ta'en 
By force of arms or claim 
Of victory won. 
Or fateful day of favorite son, 
Or day on which to come 
To land, or be discovered. 

Some days are great when hover'd 

The stork o'er this our earth. 

And we say 'twas the birth 

Of heavenly genius 

To sanctify the earth. 

One date we consecrate 

To the poet who wrote 

Us a national tune; 

And our flag which was born 

On the 14th of June. 

But the day of all days. 

For the whole nation's praise. 

Is the Glorious Fourth, 

With its bold declaration 

That these States are a nation. 

Such natal days must be extolled 
Like this we celebrate; 
Also each time some hero bold 
Has caused his foe to quake. 
War has triumphant days indeed 
And peace its victories as well. 



Each church on earth and ev'ry creed 
The hst of holidays doth swell. 
The children too must have their days. 
(Child study is our latest craze). 
We've days of gifts and days of thanks 
And days of horrid Halloween pranks; 
A moving day with great ado; 
A labor day; elections, too. 

No trace have we of royalty. 

And yet we boast our Georges three — 

George Washington, George Rogers Clark 

And our latest Admiral, George Dewey. 

The hatchet and the cherry tree; 

The axe and splitted rail; 

The eagle's scream; the patriot's dream; 

And "big stick" on the trail. 

These all are symbols of our days 

To celebrate, orate and praise 

Our institutions and our ways. 

No matter what our station, 

We are a glorious nation — 

The finest in creation! 

(None tires of this relation). 

When men and deeds and all of these 

Give out, we take to trees 

And have an "Arbor Day; " or pay 

Our homage to the flowers and say 

In June, it is the Children's Day; 

Or, on the earliest day in May, 

We crown a queen with flow'ry spray; 

And on the thirtieth we lay 

The wreath'd flow'rs on blue and gray, 

While drums beat low and comrades pray. 

These victories of peace 

Are wondrous good to see; 

The North and South both honor now 

The birth of General Lee. 

'Tis heroes make the days 

We praise with lays — 

Sometimes, 'tis true, in curious ways. 



Heroes have we who swam ; 

Others who took Guam, 

In name of Uncle Sam. 

One who fought at San Juan ; 

One hero sank a ship; 

Later, upon his lip 

Were foolish kisses rained. 

This deed pained us and Hobson 

And made him lose his job soon. 

Ulysses, too, the silent, 

From April claims his days. 

And on the twenty-seventh 

We go Galena ways. 

Tecumseh Sherman reached the sea 

By memorable march; 

And he who won Manila Bay 

Has a triumphal arch. 

Rash Paul Revere, at midnight hour. 

Roused every minute man; 

And Sheridan on steed "Midnight" 

Was swiftest of his clan. 

On Good McKinley's natal day 

Carnations wear who can. 

And February 27th we toast 

Longfellow, poet and man. 

Another hero whom we praise 

Is "Fighting Bob" whose novel ways 

Of using English do not raise. 

With saintly folk, unstinted praise; 

Yet he's an admirable Admiral, 

"The apple of the eye" 

Of doting public, as is Schley. 

Ah well, if heroes multiply 

And new fetes us supply 

At such a rapid rate. 

First thing we know the calendar 

Some new days must create. 

Or we can nothing worthy do 

But live and celebrate f 



Halloween 

To Mrs. F. T. Simmons, Halloween, October 31, 1 908. 



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S night is ever darkest 

Just ere the break of day. 
So boyhood's pranks are maddest 
Before our All Saints' Day. 



And hence our chief policeman 

Has called a spade a spade 
And says: "For every stolen sign 

Let an arrest be made. 

"No matter if the culprit 
Looks a cherub without sin. 

If he unhinges someone's gate 
Be sure you run him in. 

"It is a misdemeanor 

To find a horse unhitched, 
And equally a crime, sirs. 

To see a go-cart ditched. 

"Whate'er lacks strict decorum 

Tonight will be a sin. 
So anyone away from home 

Would better be run in." 

A toast to suit each present 

Were difficult, I ween. 
Unless we toast the evening 

And drink to Halloween. 

All hallowed be this evening 

When true friends meet with friends. 
And thought, with wit and laughter. 

Around the board extends. 

So, hostess fair, you've hallowed 

This eve to each one here; 
A sacred time in memory 

Where good friends grow more dear. 



Hoch Der Kaiser! 

At the Kaiser's birthday dinner of the Illinois Manufacturers' 

Association, on board the "Furst Bismarck," 

January 27, 1912. 



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S Monte Cristo, famed of old, 

Exclaimed "The world is mine!" 
These manufacturers, my friends. 
Aboard the Hamburg Line, 

Though modest each as maiden coy 

And quite averse to fame, 
Are of that stuff, without alloy. 

Which "gets there just the same." 

Their implements and mechanism 

Supply from coast to coast, 
While firm demands from foreign lands 

Reach e'en the uttermost. 

Their railroad men the whole round earth 

Have banded, as a cask 
By skilful cooper-man, to hold 

Most anything they ask. 

Then the stock of all the earth 

Is by their packers branded 
And, on stock farms or western plains. 

Most any price demanded. 

For all are manufacturers — 

Creators if you will — 
And what they don't originate 

Could be expressed by "nil." 

They typify this land, so free. 

Of opportunity ; 
Where workers may grow scarcer than 

Captains of Industry. 

They peacefully assimilate 

The products of the plain 
Or of the deep, like Buccaneers 

Who sailed the Spanish main. 



For them the sun shines day by day. 

For them the ship sails on, 
And life is just as free from care 

As to a Spanish Don. 

They have the world, they hold the world. 

And every good we see, 
At their command and right at hand. 

For joy of you and me. 

Each day fresh gladness greets our gaze, 

Each night we're surfeited; 
Yet sleep the sleep of righteousness 

In straight and narrow bed. 

The captain of this vessel staunch. 

Good Muller that he is. 
Has flour to feed the daily need — 

Yes, everything is his 

And ours, of meat and fruit to eat. 

Fine wines and other drinks; 
Yes everything, e'en appetites. 

And always ice that clinks. 

If each has all that heart can ask 

And everything that's fine. 
Then Monte Cristo is no myth; 

For each — "The world is mine!" 

To entertain its passengers 

On this most wondrous trip. 
The "stunts" and games have been, we're told. 

Quite foreign to a ship. 

For once the women voted here 

Direct for President ; 
But on the ship steamed, just the same. 

And not a sail was rent. 

A prize fight, too, that drew no blood 

Nor aught admission fee. 
While, in the game of ball, the bat 

Was wrong end up. you see. 



They "eyed" a pig without an eye; 

But that was not the worst — 
All tried to walk a fine, straight line 

Through opera glass reversed. 

They've told us of mosquito pests 

And yellow fever germs, 
And how to them annihilate 

In scientific terms. 

They tried to give to Kingston folk 

A tiny earthquake shock. 
But being at the hour of dusk 

They only shocked the dock 

And hit John Bull a body-blow 

Upon his island coast; 
Which blow, we fear, we'll later hear 

Has turned into a "roast." 

This, the only moving picture 
Colonel Roper did not catch. 

Still ships ashore are rather more 
Than a committee's match; 

Yet, all along the isthmus line. 
Past modern home or hut. 

From Colon town to Panama 
And through Culebra's cut. 

Move pictures of the grandest work 

Our engineers can plan. 
When Uncle Sam's behind them 

And at their head a man 

To carry to completion. 

Ere San Francisco's Fair 
That "Great Divide" the other side 

Abandoned in despair. 

Yet, as good a moving picture 

As ever one can find. 
Is the mem'ry of this journey 

On the retina of mind. 



These fourteen days upon the deep 

With manufacturers 
Of Illinois, are filled with joy 

That we shall always keep. 

And though we women never can 
Express our thanks in speeches, 

Each one will say, in her own way, 
"It beats ice cream and peaches." 

You men can't be more grateful e'en 
Though you are much the wiser; 

We are appreciative and 

AH join in — "Hoch der Kaiser!" 



Titles and Trust 

To Mrs. Darius Miller. January 29. 1908. 



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O great New York we yield the palm 
In just one line of trades — 

The purchasing of titles old 
With Gotham's heiress maids. 



Chicago girls are wise enough 

To scorn such flimsy bubbles; 
They know that old-world titles are 

Another name for troubles. 

Nor Austrian Counts, nor English Dukes, 

Could lure our loyal band 
Of true, whole-souled Americans 

To seek another land 

Each dame, each girl in ail these parts. 
Can be a queen of home and hearts; 

And yet the finest of them all. 

With beauty, wealth and figure tall, 

Our hostess dear, whose smile's a thriller. 

Is still content to be a Miller. 
Told we the truth entire 'twould fill her 

5)0 full of praise, perhaps 'twould kill her 



The Newspaper Man's 
Relations 

To the Press Club of Chicago, November 4, 191 I. 



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E says Frank Hitchcock will resign; 
That marriage is his stunt; 
Next he relates Frank will not mate 
And be resigned he won't. 



His pros and cons, his offs and ons 

Are truly mystical; 
We can't believe he would deceive 

With talk sophistical. 

He stirs us up, he calms us down, 
He makes our hearts to quake 

With dire predictions of distress; 
Then says- " 'twas a mistake." 

He claims omniscience for his press. 
And all his news a "scoop;" 

Says other papers didn't score 
And dooms them to the "soup." 

His head-lines tell us one thing, 

The text another quite; 
We get confused and then amused 

And don't know which is right. 

Full seldom does a layman come 

To talk unto the press. 
Of these new members every one, 

I warrant, has his guess 

That speeches from the laity 

To veterans of the quill 
May, like sophomoric splurges. 

Be taken very ill. 

But "relations" we're to talk of. 

Relations of the press 
To the public that's so trusting 

That it can never guess 



How the newsman of the night time. 

Compelled to fill his space 
And get his story whe'er or no 

And win, whate'er the pace. 

May sometimes weave a fabric wide 

From out one tiny thread. 
Or make a theme of his pipe-dream 

From out his tired head. 

Yet his "relations" oftenest 

Are famous for their tone; 
Perchance that tone they paint the town. 

Perchance 'tis shades of chrome. 

Should editors and owners, though, 

Approve that saffron hue. 
Alack, alas and woe betide 

The folk they interview. 

Still these "relations" of the press. 
Though sometimes hard to bear. 

Perhaps are somewhat better than 
No color anywhere. 

Because of the relations to 

The public by the press, 
A nation's sins seem magnified 

And yet, we must confess. 

That by this same exploiting press, 
The nation's conscience wakes. 

And ways and means of betterment 
Immediately takes. 

So we are glad the press is bad 

To evil men and bold. 
And that these knights of will and quill 

Most everything have told. 



By-Products 



At dinner given by Mrs. Stack to Mr. John Clay, Mr. and 

Mrs. Sanders, Mr. and Mrs. Noyes and Mrs. Connell, 

September 22, 1907. 



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ERE'S to a country party 
That typifies the earth. 
Its substance, soil and products 
And everything of wortli ! 



There's Clay for its foundation 

And Sands or precious Stones 
And Stacks, the richest products 

Of these, our temperate zones. 
In Sanders' soil grow dainty flowers. 

With Clay, you'll find the "rocks," 
And where the Stacks are tall and grand 

There's never lack of stocks. 
From Clay was fashioned human kind : 

There are Sands in land and sea; 
There are Stacks of corn and Stacks of grain 

To make "fire-water" free! 
In Scottish, Texan, East Point homes. 

In cottage by the links. 
In manor of die "Master" man, 

Such stores might cause "high jinks!" 
But best this life of nature's calm 

With hunters and golf balls 
On carpets all of living green 

And only caddie calls. 
Or cries from golfers on the links 

Who sometimes sing out "fore," 
Or, when the nineteenth's play is good. 

The magic word "encore!" 
Or, when one's listeners are tired, 

The better words "no more!" 

Let's drink one toast to Scotia's son! (Clay) 
One to him who guards our grounds! (Sanders) 

To him who's said to raise the wind ! (Noyes) 

And to the master of the hounds! (Stack) 



Our Baby Chapter 

At first anniversary meeting of Louis Joliet Chapter D. A. R. 

which, under Miss Lyra Brown, Regent, 

grew from 12 to 49. 



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ONG live our "baby chapter," 
The Louis Joliet! 
Whose great good works I know of. 
Although we've never met. 



One year's a brief existence 
In which to act and plan, 

Yet echoes of the actions 
Will reach a longer span. 

When earnest women gather 
In any righteous cause 

For home, for God or country 
And not for vain applause. 

Their work will keep on growing 
Like seed in sweet springtime. 

Till the product of their sowing 
May reach results sublime. 

Results we hope for, Joliet, 
And surely not in vain. 

From twelve to forty-nine a year 
Is a tremendous gain 

In ardent, working "Daughters " 
All filled with patriot's zeal 

To teach pure love of country 
And every difference heal. 

We felt success was certain 
When Lyra Brown you chose. 

She is an inspiration; 

Her health, let us propose! 

May this first year of growing 
Set pace for all the years ! 

Should you keep up this showing 
You'd outstrip all compeers. 



The Real Magnets 

To Mrs. W. G. Pearce, January 2, 1910, at tea, to honor Mr. 
John S. Stevens, former engineer of the Panama Canal. 



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EAR hostess and great engineer. 

You're better than good Christmas cheer. 
As magnets strong, to draw us here 
Upon the threshold of the year. 



We'll toast the host and toast the guest. 
And drink the health of all the rest; 

And laugh at ev'ry jolly jest' 

Since all things here are of the best. 



Better Bide at Home 

At Mrs. Eckhart's Easter Monday dinner, April 12, 1909, at 
which the Governor and Mrs. Deneen were 
honor guests. 

THE Governor, our Governor! 
Whom all delight to honor. 
And lovely Mrs. Deneen, too — 
May health descend upon her! 

And health and wealth may each one have, 

And joy that's best of all, 
Unless that senatorial gown 

On someone here should fall. 

And if it should, what matter? 

We'd lose the one who won, 
While he'd go far to scatter 

The senatorial plum. 

To bide at home is better, 

And ne'er from friends depart. 
When friends are staunch as Mrs. 

And Mr. Bernard Eckhart. 



Merely an Impression 

At surprise party given Mrs. Worthy, when members of Art 

and Literature Department presented picture 

(a print) in appreciation of her club work. 

May 4. 1910. 



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WORTHY is our hostess, dear, 

And Worthy is her name; 
So modestly she bears herself 
She doesn't guess her fame. 



But we who know and love her 
And prize her at her worth ; 

Who've seen her zeal for others 
Think she deserves the earth. 

She's led our great department well ; 

She's done committee work 
And never found too onerous 

Those tasks which others shirk. 

She's brought us beauteous treasures 

And given of her best ; 
So we have all decided 

She now must take a rest 

And sit down while we tell her 

This picture on the wall 
Is nothing but a symbol 

And doesn't tell at all 

The wealth of loving feeling 
Which everywhere extends 

For Mrs. Martha Worthy 
Among her A. L. friends; 

Yet, of their appreciation. 
Perhaps, 'twill give a hint 

More lasting than this meeting 
Because it is "in print." 



Off for China 



At Chinese luncheon given by French Club in honor of Mrs. 
Wm. J. Calhoun, University Club, January 13, 1910. 

DEAR honored guest of ours today, 
If one could only really say 
In French, or any other tongue. 
The thoughts that i n each breast have sprung 
To wish you well, 'twould parallel, 
In volume, a great college yell. 

We'll have no fears for this dear friend, 
Because our government doth send, 
To guard and guide and comfort her, 
A full-fledged U. S. Minister. 
And in the land of stoic calm 
Her learned mind will be as balm 

To scholars wise, Confucian, 
In Canton, Peking or Nankin, 
Since good diplomacy can bend 
Enough to please and not offend. 
Though feet are small in China land 
And human life as grains of sand. 

They're not so slow, I 'd have you know, 

For peasant youth can undergo 

The scholar's test and thereby win 

The button of a mandarin. 

Perhaps the women do not vote. 

But there are signs, I'd have you note, 

Of progress there, for ladies fair 
Wear trousers, men the silken coat. 
Were I a prophet, I would guess 
That in a year, or even less. 
This honored guest, all love and bless. 
Will be known as an Ambassadress! 



Two Pearls of Worth 

To Mrs. Charles Martin Henrotin — of the golden hair — and 
Miss Clara Kretzinger, June 10, 1908. 

IN mines of farthest Africa, 
Deep hidden in the ground. 
The very purest, brilliant gems 
In all the world are found. 

And from this darkest continent, 

So new and yet so old. 
Has come a pearl of womanhood 

Set in a crown of gold. 

To Mrs Charles Henrotin, dear, 

We give a glad June greeting. 
Well knowing that each woman here 

Is richer for this meeting 

With one so brave and eke so fair 

Who's lived in Afric's land ; 
Who's seen the wild in beast and man 

And knew how to command ! 

Artistic Clara Kretzinger, 

Congratulations now! 
Though young in years, you surely wear 

Fame's wreath upon your brow. 

We're proud of your achievements 

In far off, gay " Paree" 
(Now don't make the mistake to think 

They were in the hours called "wee"). 

The "wee sma" hours when Moulin Rouge 

And Maxims are in swing. 
When foolish ones from our fair land 

Think they are just the thing! 

Ah no, our Clara Kretzinger 

Won in the light of day. 
When on the line her pictures hung 

And fame had come to stay. 



One Slight Compensation 

IN former times, 'twas but in June 
That roses could be found ; 
Now. in this great Chicago town 
Which turned its river round. 

You'll find the fairest buds of all 

Bloom in the winter's frost. 
Midst chiffon, lace and broideries, 

Regardless of the cost. 

If we can't have, we wish to see 

Each bud as it unfolds; 
So make the rounds in our best gowns 

'Midst dreadful drafts and colds. 

So here's the compensation, friends. 

For those without a rose: 
You miss a lot of loveliness 

But save the cost of clothes. 



A Toast to Two 

To Mr«. Miller and Mrs. Farson, at South Shore Country Club, 
October, 17, 1909. 

OH. traveled ladies and most fair. 
With whose wise ways none can compare. 
To say aught worthy, I despair. 
One might make odes to your bright hair. 
But that, like tides, hair falls and rises 
With each of fashions wild surprises; 
Or, to your eyes, your beauteous eyes, 
To look in which is paradise. 
This much I'll say — you both stand fast 
And have the qualities that last. 
Your friendships true all greatly prize. 
Were I a prophet, I'd devise 
That future ages authorize 
Your memories to canonize. 



For Christmas 



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ITH misLletoe and holly 
Let Christmas time be jolly 
With just a little folly; 
But don"t get off your trolley! 



High Tea 

At Mrs. Hammer's "High Tea," February 15, 1909. 

WHEN good friends bid us lunch or dine, 
We always look for something fine; 
And when 'tis just plain "5 o'clock" 
One sees each dame in gorgeous frock 
And hears, perchance, some lively "knock," 
Though never anything to shock. 
Each sips the cup and eats a bit, 
For, in the words of Doctor Holmes, 
Such tea is "gabble, gobble, git." 
But when 'tis "High Tea," what is that? 
"Oh, something 'highty'," said a fat 
Curmudgeon putting on his hat 
To hie away from woman's chat. 
Or chatter, 'tis no matter what 
We call it. But "High Tea," again — 
An explanation — please explain 
The perfect meaning of "High Tea." 
Ah, Mistress Hammer, is't where we 
Sit around the board and only see 
Daughters and sons of pedigree. 
Or Lords and Dames of high degree 
Who never eat but just sip tea? 
1 think that 9 o'clock "High Tea" 
Is something mighty, mighty fine 
At number thirty-nine naught three. 
When Mistress H. asks mine and me 
To greet such friends as here we see. 



R. S. V. P 



At first meeting of Illinois Colony Club, composed of thirteen 

clubs of thirteen members each. 

September 29, 1911. 



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S the launching of a ship 
Adown the slanting ways 
Is everywhere attended 
With meed of wine and praise. 



The launching of a colony 

May well be helped along 
At its initial meeting 

With friends and food and song, 

And if the new made Colony 

On study is intent. 
Perhaps they'll welcome questions 

In following their bent. 

Now, one that's been propounded 

About Colonial days, 
Concerns the why and wherefore 

Of our ancestors' ways. 

If, in the land they came from. 

To turn to left was right 
Why did colonial settlers 

Reverse this order quite? 

And always pass the other way 
And say that right was right; 

That "gee" was better far than "haw' 
As right is more than might? 

Because, instead of coach and four 
With whiphand at the right. 

Our forebears guided oxen teams 
On foot like peasant wight. 

And so their whiplash had to be 

At left instead of right. 
For constant was its use, we're told, 

The ox to expedite. 



Still other problems weightier 

On every hand are seen 
To tax these studious ladies 

Of thirteen times thirteen. 

Were stolid dames of spinning wheels 

And spinets, so remote. 
As grand as our Dames of today, 

Who"re clamoring to vote? 

Why did Colonial Fathers 
For freedom seek our shore 

And then pursue the policy 
They suffered from before? 

Were their days really "good old days"' 

We would interrogate? 
And was intolerance the way 

To make a happy state ? 

And why were kindly, goodly folk 
Accused as wicked witches? 

And what was superstition then 
And other whys and whiches? 



Bouquets for Four 

To Mr. and Mrs. Leicht and Mr. and Mrs. Pixley, at dinner 

South Shore Country Club first night of 

Horse Show. 1907. 

HERE'S to the queen of beauty f (Mrs. Leicht) 
And here's to the queen of wit! (Mrs. Pixley) 
Here's to a gentle, parfait knight [ (Mr. Leicht) 
And here's to the man who is "it!" (Mr. Pix!ey) 
Whose words hold the breathless audience 

That ne'er gets a chance to nod! 
Who can silence carping critics 
And capture the gallery god! 
His lilting lines and perfect rhymes 

Quite set our blood a tingle, 
While our poor muse at best, betimes. 
Makes but a sorry jingle. 



From a Freak Country 

To Mrs. Chas. Henrotin of Kimberly, South Africa, and Mrs. 
Herron of Denver, June 5, 1908. 

WHEN charming Mrs, Simmons said: 
"Come sit with me at meat 
A rara avis I will show, 
A Herron that will eat 
And talk withal; also I've meant 

To show a specimen 
More rare, from the dark continent, 
A bride. " (All brides are fair!) 

Imagine our surprise and joy. 

As those strange ones we greet. 
To find they're not real foreigners 

But just the sweetest, sweet 
Dear dames it does one good to meet. 

We therefore thank our hostess fair 
For giving us this treat. 

Finer than Russian princesses 

(With names to make one sneeze) 
Are these two guests of honor 

From the Antipodes! 
Finer than feathered herons 

Or Ethiopian belle 
Are Americans transplanted 

Who can tales of travel tell. 



The Powers That Be 

To Mr. and Mrs. Powers, Mr. and Mrs. Brower and Mr. and 
Mrs. Lynch. January 31, 1909. 



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HE Powers that be 
Are such as we 
Much love to see 
And greet with glee. 



The Browers, too, 

Make no adoo. 

And though so young 

They do not woo 

Nor even coo 

In public, as do 

Some who write less well 

Than she (Mrs. B.) 

But if one tells 

How she excels 

It sounds the knell 

Of friendship. She 

Is so modest! 

Isn't that the oddest 

Thing on earth! 

But now, the pinch! 
A rhyme with Lynch 
Why, it's a cinch 
To say nice things 
Or e'en give wings 
To two so dear 
As these friends here. 

Well I know we're 
Right glad 
You all are here 
Our hearts to cheer! 

La Verne has been 
A wee bit blue, 
And had a nurse 
To pull him through 
The horrid grippe. 
Now we can sip 
Or deeply tip 
The glass to him. 
'Tis but the lip 
Upon the rim 
That he can have 
For his within. 



Birthday Wishes 

On receiving notice of the birth of a daughter, Wilhelmina 
Gentry, to Mr. and Mrs. William H. Bush, August 1, 1909. 



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E welcome Wilhelmina G. 

To this glad world of ours. 
And trust the rosy little Bush 

May never fail of flowers! 



The flowers of love and hope and joy 

Without a single thorn; 
So we may never cease to bless 

This day on which she's bom. 



To a Song-Bird 

To Jane Osborn Hannah, the great American singer, 
January 22, 1910. 

DEAR honored guest. 
On this bright day 
All wish to say 
We love you best 
And will with zest 
Your good health drink 
And then bethink 
To give the wink 
To fortune for 
Your sake, who take 
All hearts by storm. 
If once they hear 
Rise high and clear 
Your wondrous song 
Whose notes prolong 
Our ecstasy! 
While all agree 
We've yet to see 
Or know or hear 
One great as thee. 



Under the Hammer 

At Mrs. Hammer's "Home Picnic," May 6. 1910. 



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LL honor to the hostess 

Who gives us summer joy, 
And never lets the weather 
In any way annoy. 



To ordinary mortals, 

The word "picnic" spells "rain," 
But she is a magician 

And ne'er commands in vain. 

She finds poetry in steeples. 

Is great in epigram. 
And, though she's but a woman. 

Can show up Uncle Sam. 

Of her wonderful achievements 
There's much that I could tell ; 

For instance, she's a grandmamma. 
Yet still a reigning belle. 

She brings us to the Hammer 

But never sells us out; 
And, when it comes to drinking. 

There's never any drought. 

So, in this fragrant mocha. 
We'll toast her perfect health 

And wish her joy forever, 

With always boundless wealth. 



From Far Japan 

At Mrs. Roby's luncheon to U. S. Daughters of 1812 at Loyal 
Hall, to prove a rhyme for "Roby" was possible. 



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O Loyal HalH To Loyal Hall !" 
Calls to us Mrs. Roby ; 

And we respond as readily 
As geisha dons her obi. 



Wedding Wishes 

To Elsie Macomber and Lewis Louer, at their wedding. 
Dea Moines, September 25, 1906. 



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ERE wishes, good wishes, like water, 
A sea would soon fill this great room; 

A sea, nay an ocean of wishes 

To launch the fair bride and the groom. 



And sail would they ever and ever 
In bliss and in honeymoon's glow. 

Ne'er touching aught petty or sordid — 
If wishes could make the world go. 

Then joyous, best wishes we'll give them! 

All good on the face of the earth ! 
And, if every wish shall be granted. 

All this will not measure their worth! 



Beans and Brain 

'Boston Brown Bread and Baked Beans" luncheon, given 
by Mrs. Albion W. Small of the U. of C. 
March 5, 1908 

THOUGH ice is on the tree tops 
And mire is under foot. 
Though sack-cloth is in season 
As well as ash and soot. 
Though penitence become us 

And sad should be our mood, 
We come with joy, dear hostess. 
For Boston's famed brain food 

And eke the healthful brown bread. 

New England's staff of life. 
No Lenten gloom depresses 

Who seek the higher life 
Of thought and love and goodness 

In this, our worldly state, 
Where riches do not matter 

And only truth is great. 



Autumn 

To Mrs. Casey Wood. Winnetka, 111.. October 19. 1909. 



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HEN harvests all are gathered 
And through the autumn haze 

We see the bounteous shocks of 
The golden Zea Maize; 



Where maple leaves are yellow 
And just a touch of white 

Is found upon the foot-path 
At close of frosty night; 

Or where those leaves of yellow 
Are, here and there, flame-kissed. 

There'll come some tiny snow-flakes 
To clear the smoke and mist. 

But, better than the colors 
Of autumn's red and chrome, 

Is this sweet thought to cheer us: 
Our friends are coming home. 



Impromptu 

To Chief of the Weather Bureau and Mrs. Willis L. Moore. 
January 10, 1906. 



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OOD host and hostess, ever dear. 
So wise in weather lore. 
We take with joy your proffered cheer 
And love you more and more! 



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The Best Creed 

AY we practice more than preach 

That best of all the creeds 

Voiced by Parsees of the Indies: 

"Good thoughts, good words, good deeds. 



Evanston 

To Mrs. Shaffer, Evanston, May 29, J 908. 



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O dear Virginia Shaffer 
Let's drink a toast today: 

Queen of our hearts, and hostess. 
As well as Queen of May! 



We'll quaff in wine or coffee. 

Or eke in Adam's ale, 
The favored drink in Evanston 

Where never people fail 

To live their high ideals, 

Nor e'er indulge in wrongs 
More grave than playing auction bridge 

Or singing darkey songs. 

We, of Chiicago, hold you 

The purest and the best — 
That Evanston is Heaven, 

Nor is this merely jest 

But plainest fact, I tell you; 

These guests attest the truth 
Since all wear smiles seraphic 

And have perpetual youth. 



Host and Hostess 

To Mr. and Mrs. J. H. Channon, November 6, 1906. 



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ETTER than princely riches stored. 
Better than heroes' boom of cannon. 
To sit a guest at such a board 

In sight of beauteous Mrs. Channon. 



But better yet than all of this. 

Better than merriest Maytime rouse. 

Is calling this sweet house his home 
And being Mrs. Channon's spouse. 



The Young Turcks 

To Dr. and Mrs. Turck, and the Misses Hamilton of Omaha, 
at Calumet Club, June 7, 1909. 



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HIS "party of young Turcks" 
Just suits me to a "T", 
But were I Abdul H. 

The case might different be. 



His young Turks turned him out. 
While ours have asked us in. 

Which proves again the truth 
That ins are sure to win. 

So to this young Turck party. 

The Doctor and his wife. 
We pray that every blessing 

May come to them through life, 

While to the fair young ladies 

From far away Nebraska 
To drink a good stiff bumper 

What richer toast could'st ask, ah? 



No Better Holmes 

To Mrs. Marshall Holmes, at Midlothian Country Club. 
June 6. 1908. 

THERE are no friends like our friends. 
So happy and so bright ! 
There are no Holmes like these Holmes, 
Whose guests we are tonight! 
There is no Bush like this Bush, 

Sir William, on the right! 
TTiere is no Club like this Club 
Which so delights the sight! 
There is no time like this time 

When each one's heart is light! 
There is no cup like this cup; 

Drink deep, dear friends, tonight! 



The Course of Empire 

To Mr. and Mrs. Elmer Black, November 6, 1906. 



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ONG years ago. a bishop wrote — 

"Westward the course of Empire ' trends; 
But when it comes to men of note 
It is not so today, my friends. 



Let banker great or financier 

Reach heights of business vision clear. 
The East is sure to come "a calling," 

And in a manner quite appalling. 

And artists, too, have caught the rage. 
As have the actors on the stage. 

Everything, except the stork. 

Seems headed straight for old New York. 

This state of things we much deplore. 
And, if they call for any more. 

Well say: "No Sir!" and turn our backs 
Until they send us back the Blacks. 



Harry and His Hair 

At birthday dinner given by Mrs. Henry J. Furber. in honor 
of her son, Harry J., Jr., May 12, 1907. 



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E wibh you years a plenty 
To get the good of life. 

And love, and lots of money. 
Also a perfect wife. 



We wish you cheer and gladness 
And fame beyond compare; 

All joy and never sadness 

And a nice, new growth of hair. 

Oh Harry, Harry Furber, 
What have you got to say 

To all of our good wishes 
Upon your natal day? 



Thanksgiving 



FOR every day of life we're living. 
Thanksgiving I 
For friends assembled "round this board. 
Thanks we're giving! 
For riches added to each hoard, 

Thanks we"re giving! 
For every blessing great and small. 
Thanks give we all ! 



Social Amenities 

Mrs. Pauline Palmer sent out the following from the Latin 
Quarter for Tuesday, May 26, 1908. 



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OME have a taste of the simple life, 
A dish of tea with me; 
We'll shake the hand of Myrtle Reed, 
She's as nice as she can be." 



The Acceptance 

With you and Myrtle Reed I'll be 
Just on the stroke of three. 

For sight of you without the tea 
Is surely joy enough for me. 

The Response of the Guest of Honor 

"With you on Tuesday 1 will he 
In rags both glad and grand 

Although I do not greatly care 
To shake my other hand." 

Invitation to the Assistants 

If you would look your prettiest 

And talk and act your wittiest 
And see that everybody had 

A cup of punch or tea, 
I could entertain with grace 

A king or queen, or ace! 
So kindly come and help me 

Tuesday afternoon at three. 



To General and Mrs. F. D. Grant 

At Easter dinner, March 27, 1910. 
To Mrs. Grant: 

O lady with the beauteous smile, 
Who, with a glance, can all beguile, 

We drink your health! 
We love you now; we'll love you while 
You go to dwell on Governor's Isle! 

All drink to you! 
But won't you come again, dear friend. 
And radiance to our gatherings lend 

So we can toast 
The fairest and most gracious dame 
That ever to Chicago came? 

We drink to you! 

To General Grant: 

The god of battles gave our land, 
In civil strife, for chief command, 
A man the foe could ne'er withstand. 
And now traditions are upset 
Since in his son he did beget 
A General Grant, who is gallant. 
And genial and generous 
To foes; yet can be adamant 
If wrong is shown. So here alone 
Is evidence to demonstrate. 
Beyond discussion or debate. 
One great man's son is truly great. 



Sweetest and Fairest 

To Mrs. Edwin Earle Sparks at Round Table Club, Washing- 
ton. D. C. April 19, 1906. 



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HE sweetest song at morning's dawn 

Is everywhere the lark's. 
The fairest dame at Table Round 

Is Katherine Cotton Sparks. 



Achievement 



To Mrs. Leicht, who personated the Empress Eugenie at the 
Living Picture Pageant for Charity, 
December. 1907. 

WHO thinks that woman counts for naught 
On this terrestrial sphere 
Should learn of the achievements great 
Of one fair lady here. 
Our hostess — dame of high degree — 

Who titles" glare withstood; 
Yet with renown she wears a crown. 
The crown of motherhood. 

In planning fetes for charity, 

A General is she; 
And, when it comes to raising funds. 

Captain of Industry. 
She's conquered many languages; 

Mankind is at her feet; 
E"en women own her right to rule 

Because her rule is sweet. 
Of beauty long she's been the queen; 

How can she more advance? 
She is an Empress here tonight. 

The Empress of Fair France. 



Stricken San Francisco 

April 19, 1906. 



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EEP sorrow for the people 

Of the Pacific Coast 
Makes dumb the joyous song words 

Which should have framed a toast. 



Our hearts go out to aid them. 
Strong hearts of D. A. R.; 

Our prayers go out to save them- 
Our sufferers afar. 



What Punishment Fits This? 

Is any husband justified 
Who gives his wife a jolt? 
Now, when a printer's type is pied 
He's justified to bolt 
The prim proprieties of speech 
And grab most anything in reach 
To hit the one who makes a pun 

Or something bad as that. 
Now, harrowing up one's feelings deep 

Much worse is than a spat. 
And whosoe'er shall dare stir them 

Should get back tit for tat. 
Just yesterday my husband dear 

Remarked in accents bland : 
"I saw a case of kidnapping. 

Yet didn't lift a handf" 
"Not help the victim?" wild I cried. 

And tears began to start. 
"Well, if you must know all, the kid 

Was napping in his cart." 



Time 's Changes 

To Mr*. Gustavus P. English, at luncheon to Chicago Board 
D. A. R., June 29. 1906. 



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N days of great, great grandsires. 
Quite seven score years ago. 
Each one of our ancestors 
Despised the British foe. 



Today we call him "cousin;" 

We've anglomania; 
And everything that's English 

Has surely "come to stay." 

We toast our English daughter 
And pledge her faith and love; 

This dame so brave and fearless. 
Yet gentle as a dove! 



High Jinks in Newport 

At the Clam Bake. Newport, R. I., the "p'ay day" of the 

biennial meeting of the General Federation 

of Women's Clubs of 1908. 

THE Federated Women 
Today are making play 
While farmers of the Bay State 
Are busy making hay. 

A million clams at Newport 

Just now are "in the bake" 
While others of the bivalves 

Are broiling at the stake. 

Dear federated member 

These sins are for your sake ; 
There's ne'er a vegetarian 

When days of play we take. 

With deep appreciation 

Of hosts here in the East. 
We toast the generous givers 

Of this great clam-bake feast. 

And while the women present 

Sustain the "inner man" 
Or dream of the vast projects 

Which federations plan, 

Or sail to Narragansett 

Or on the Cliff Walk roam. 
There's never a club woman 

Forgets the loved at home. 



The Greatest Joy 



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IDST all the joys of health and wealth. 
Or blisses sweet from Cupid's dart. 
The best, they say, in life's long way 
Is eke the light and merry heart. 



The Best Gifts 

At Social Economics Club, May Day, 1911. 

IN the all-wise Creator's plan 
These are best gifts to mortal man: 
Enthusiasm for the right 
And calm in cloud as well as light; 
To see the good in others' deeds; 
Feel tolerance for others' creeds; 
To love one's flag and love one's land 
And feel the pulsing heart expand 
At the brave deed or kindly one; 
Quick to forget a favor done 
To others, yet recognizing 
Favors we receive; not prizing 
The gift given to gain again 
Another gift. They're best gifts when 
TTie giver gives his heart and thought 
And gives them freely, all unsought, 
Forgetting greed or praise or pelf; 
Forgetting, e'en forgetting self. 
Such are the gifts we deem the best; 
Yet one there is worth all the rest — 
The soul that scorns all base desires 
And, though discouraged, still aspires 
To do and dare, to love and serve. 
And in such serving never tires. 



Always a Head 

In Mr. Head's calendar under date of December 28, 1911. 

WE toast the Father and the Friend 
Who to each gathering doth lend 
His ready wit and brilliant speech 
And e'en the power to preach or teach- 
in all lines he has fame; 
Since in each sphere 'tis truly said 
He is the undisputed Head 
In fact as well as name. 



Our President 



To President Roosevelt, at a dinner given by Secretary of the 
Treasury and Mrs. Shaw, January 9, 1906. 

THE President! Our President! 
Elarth's greatest man today, 
Whose people like the loyal wife. 
"Love, honor and obey." 

His country vast, united is; 

He's loved by sire and son; 
His strenuous deed and simple creed 

Leave enemies scarce one. 

'Tis not existence roseate. 

This life executive; 
And yet, methinks 'tis better far 

Than monarch's lands can give. 

The Kaiser dreads lese majeste. 

The Czar the fatal bomb. 
While nearly every royal head 

Dreams most of "kingdom come." 

All honor to our President ! 

Long may his good life lastl 
Secure his fame and great his name 

In future, as in past! 



From a Masculine Admirer 

To Mrs. W. J. Black, July 3, 1909, at Midlothian Country Club 



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H, darling Mrs. Jerry Black, 

With charm you're so bedight 
That every time I look at you 
1 swear that Black is white. 



While as to Mr. Jerry Black, 
Though he may jolly seem. 

Could he but see the heart of me 
You'd know that Black is green. 



Midlothian Wins Again 



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LL glory to Midlothian's team 
That the Field trophy won! 
'Tis not a team that stops to dream. 
For all were "going some." 



These past few years, through doubts and fears. 
All, like our "Youngsters," played 

Triumphant golf, at every score 
Till all their foes were laid. 

But, of this glory weVe enough. 

For, sure as you were born. 
When everything has come to us 

What need to blow the horn? 

Our team! our Youngsters! and our Club! 

Each perfect to the sight; 
Since all the world bouquets have hurled. 

Let's "whoop 'em up" tonight! 



Fullness 



At Harvest Home dinner of Midlothian Country Club, 
October 10, 1908. 

THE moon's as full as she can be, 
Yet no one cares a jot; 
If any member here were full, 
We would wax very hot 
And speak some dreadful, dreadful words; 

Perhaps as bad as "sot! " 
Midlothian's list of trophies great 

Is full as it can be; 
The farmers' barns are full of grain. 

Which makes them full of glee. 
This fullness is a problem full 

Of great perplexity; 
Most everything is proud when full. 
Excepting you and me. 



Her Taking Ways 

To Mrs. Henry Parker Newman. 

HER taking ways demand our praise 
And awe and love and wonder; 
Yet we wouldn't come from under 
The charm of her courage high. 
The gleam of her flashing eye, 
Nor ever cease to try 

To emulate her and take her 
To our heart of hearts. 
She's a woman of such parts 
That Dan Cupid shapes his darts 
To the measure of her arts ; 
And yet I'm sure she could make tarts. 

In Woman's Club the chair she takes. 

And calmly then the members makes 
Each one perform her task; 
To take the floor, nor ask 
"If more won't bore?" nor mask 

The real desire to take to flight 

At thought of any work in sight. 

In truth our Fanny's ways are quite 
Beyond my Muse's power tonight. 

She's here, this hostess dear, 

And we partake her cheer. 
If boyhood's toast to her we'd make 
'Twould simply be — "She takes the cake!" 



The Transplanted Bud 

To Mrs. Adele Whitcomb Blackwell, of Omaha, at her parentei 
home, January 22, 1 906. 



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beaut'ous bud transplanted 
May later bloom as well; 
E'en so from this sweet household 
The flower-like girl Adele. 



Though still she's as the rosebud 
To home friends and "mamma,* 

She is stately "Mrs. Blackwell"' 
In far-off Omaha. 

And now we gladly give her 
Long life and health and cheer! 

And may she come more often. 
This rosebud daughter dear! 



For Better or Worse? 



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HEN burns that subtle flame 
Which blends hearts in accord, 
One finds naught in a name 
If love alone is lord. 



Proof, do you ask, of this 
Most queer of Cupid's tricks? 
One Alice changed her name 
From "Roosevelt" to old Nic's! 



What's in a Name? 

To Mrs. Elmer Ellsworth Black, October 23, 1905. 

OUR hostess fair. 
Beyond compare. 
With wit so rare. 
Yet bears a name 
The darkest ever; 
But she's all right ! 
Her acts are white. 
She's always bright 
And ever clever! 



"As Ithers See Ye" 

To Mrs. Harry Irving Miller, at dinner at Glen View Golf Club, 
September 9, 1 906. 

O'ER merry Mrs. Miller, 
Our hostess of tonight. 
Not brighter is the sparkle 
Of incandescent light 
Than praises sung about her 

Right here and everywhere! 
"A truest friend and neighbor;" 

"A woman always fair;" 
"A dainty bit of Dresden;" 
"A gem without compare!" 

This night we're bound 

The Scotch bard's wish to gie ye. 

Just once, a chance 

"To see yoursel as ithers see ye." 



Some Sylvan Delights 

To Marguerita Sylva, at Mrs. Philip Dyrenforth's luncheon, 
January 14, 1910. 

A Marguerite, a flower, a pearl, 
A woman's soul with heart of girl; 
An artiste with a song-bird's throat. 
Which always strikes the perfect note. 

We own her sway, like joy of May. 

What more, dear friends, can I now say 

To end this lay and fill the score 

Except to tell her, o'er and o'er. 

How much we worship and adore 

Her now and shall do more and more? 

If "Carmen" comes — ah then, ah then, 

"Tis not within our mortal ken 

To speak the rapture she'll inspire 

Or tell her how we'll never tire 
Of worship at her shrine. 



The Old South Chapter 
D. A. R. 

On its fifteenth anniversary meeting held in Old South Meeting 
House, Boston. December 11, 1911. 

NINE chapters of the great Bay State, 
Whose "Daughters" hearts are bold 
And young and true, and fresh as dew. 
Claim the cognomen "Old." 

Congratulations to Old South 

That's just fifteen today— 
The bashful age, yet I'll presage 

Each one could something say 

For her "Old South," if she her mouth 

Would open to speak out 
Her words of praise for such birthdays 

In meeting house devout. 

But "women should keep silence all," 

Or thus our fathers taught ; 
So I will write and will not speak 

My words of kindly thought, 

To thank the Dame of Winthrop town 

Who sent to me a card. 
Her name unknown, yet here I own 

I hold her in regard, 

And wish the Chapter may live on. 

Both old and ever young, 
Doing such wealth of noble work 

The half can ne'er be sung. 



A Toast 



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ONG live our lovely guest of honor 

To wear the flowers we shower upon her ! 
The flowers of speech and songs of praise. 
Her meed and due through all her days! 



A Toast to "Pleasant Home" 



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O dine in state, or have a lark, 
Or read the rarest tome, 

The finest place in all Oak Park 
Is in this Pleasant Home. 



We love it in the summer-time 

And in the winter cold ; 
For every time we visit it. 

New beauties do unfold. 

But not its charms of art alone 

Could draw ten miles away 
And make each one who's asked to dine 

Just long and long to stay. 

'Tis lordly John and sweet Marie 

Who give to it its tone, 
So, e"en without the Pleasant Home, 

We'd come for them alone. 



In Memoriam 

Lines to accompany wreath sent by Chicago Chapter Children 

of the Republic, for the funeral of Mrs. John A. Murphy, 

founder of the order. September 9, 1909. 



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OR one so great and truly good 

As Mrs. Murphy dear. 
No wreath could e'er be fine enough 

To rest upon her bier. 



Unless weighed down with loving thoughts. 
Which those who knew her send 

To honor her and grieve for her 
Who was "The Children's Friend," 

As well as lover of her land 

And worker for its good. 
Who failed not in the fiercest light. 

E'en thoufijh misunderstood. 



Winning by Degrees 

At Miss Elflie Thayer's dinner to forty young schoolmates 
about to depart for eastern colleges, Evanston 
Golf Club, September 10, 1909. 



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health to our fair hostess here 

And to the forty lasses 
Who go from happy homes "out West' 

To lead the eastern classes! 



Tonight, they tread the merry dance 
And dream of love and glory; 

Next week, with stern professors near, 
'Twill be another story 

We chaperones, with hearts so young. 
Toast each one at this dinner 

Because we know, with western vim. 
Each one will be a winner 

Of honors and high scholarships 
Which but the brainiest seize, 

As well as gainers of A. B.'s, 
A. M.'s and Ph. D.s. 



Good Times Going On 

To Mr. and Mrs. Robbins and Mr. and Mrs. Sanders, at Palm 
Beach, Florida, February, 1909. 

WITH dinner at the Beach Club 
And Robbins here to sing, 
A man of Sand to pay the band 
And troubles taking wing — 
We'll say, as does the Stein Song, 

In chorus loud and long: 
"It's true Florida weather 
When good friends get together. 
With wine on the table 

And good times going on!" 



The Minute Man 

At the presentation of statuette of "Minute Man" from Chicago 
Chapter D. A. R. to the Gallistel School, 
June 23, 1910. 

DEAR children of Gallistel School, 
We bring a ""Minute Man," 
Who stands alert 
And won't desert 
His post of duty here. 
Yet ne"er a one 
Who sees this gun 
Will ever need to fear 
Its fire. 
"Tis simply to inspire 
Us all to be as bold 
And ready to 
Defend the right 
With word and means and might 
As were the minute men of old 

Who gave 
Their all, our land to save( 

Good pupils, "tis for you to plan 
To guard, for aye, this minute man. 



Merely a Roast 

At General Thomas' "corn roast" on new farm near Midlothian. 
September 29, 1909. 



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ETTER than all the autumn fruits 

Which generous boards adorn ; 
Safer than juice of Zea Maize, 
Is this good roasting com. 



And General T., like General G., 

To lead is not afraid 
Whatever makes for righteousness 

Like this neighborly parade. 



The Glorious Fourth 

To Mre. Thomas White, Oak Park, at luncheon for the D. A. R. 
Board, July 3, 1906. 

MISTRESS WHITE, 
In the light 
Of this day 
Bright and gay, 

Let us say- — 

Hoch to you ! 

Club woman 

Officer! 

Who 

Bids us here 

For such cheer 

We wouldn't keer 

If school kept 

Or we slept 

On a cot! 

Like as not 

Some of us 

In the fuss 

Of the Fourth 

Or before 

Will not sleep 

Any more 

Next twenty-four 

Hours or so 

'Cause of beat 

Of the drum, 

Or tum-tum 

Of tin pan, 

Or crack, crack. 

Or snap, snap — 

Inventions 

Of the Jap 

Or Chinese! 

Days like these 

Make us young 

And the tongue 

Grows unruly 



In a truly 
Foolish way. 
But a daughter 
Who taught her 
Youngsters gay 
Any other way 
To celebrate 
Would desecrate 
Tradition and 
Curb ambition. 
This 

Day of days 
Which we praise 
Is a craze 
In the ways 
We make noise, 
Deafening noise 
To the joys 
Of the boys 
With their toys! 
Statements terse. 
Such as these. 
Are not verse 
But a jingle 
To commingle 
With the fun 
And the froth 
Of the Fourth. 



The Eftest Way 

Invitation to two temporary "grass widows" to dine at the 
re-opening of U. L. C. and go to the theatre afterwards. 

STAY not at home repining, 
It is an efter way 
To come with us a-dining 
If hubbie's gone today. 

You'll see a Club made over 

In spick and span array; 
You'll see old friends and new ones 

And afterwards the play. 



Always a Girlie 

To Mrs. W. W. Gurley. January 17. 1906. 

WITH most of us, alas! 
The fleeting years of girlhood 
Oft all too early pass. 
But one there is among us 
Can stay the years at will ; 
Though age may win the others, 
She"ll be a "Gurley" still. 



The Disappointed Lover 

To Mrs. Arabella Allen Keith Gilmore, at Harvest Home 
dinner. October 3. 1908. 

HUEBSCH Arabella Allen, 
Mit eyes zu charm ein sphinx. 
And ways kein man can understand 
You are one perfect minx! 
Und though you now are grown up, 

I love you yet still more, 

Or would, but I'm afraid of 

Young Mr. R. Gilmore. 

Dot Gothamite so fearful 

Is tall und dark und stern. 
When he's around I "m tearful 

And know not wo zu turn 
To hide mein disappointment 

Dot New York got the best 
Of all these beauteous girlies 

That grow up in the West. 

Ach, Arabella Allen, 

You're lost to me some more! 
Yet if I speak gut English 

I'd say nur, o'er and o'er, 
Kein wort but "Arabella," 

The best one of the lot ! 
I thought that I would marry you; 

But you knew I would not! 



Gladness and Sadness 

At farewell dinner to Mr. and Mrs. B. J. Rosenthal, and Miss 
Gladys, at Palm Beach. Fla.. March 8. 1910. 



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E'RE glad because our friends are here. 
The dearest friends. We're glad because 
The days are fine, the nights are clear. 
And Beach Club dinners give good cheer. 



We're sad because this is the end 
Of days they can at Palm Beach spend ; 
Because tomorrow homeward wends 
The train which carries these true friends. 

God grant their journey safely ends! 
Now this young lady, just eighteen. 
With eyes so bright and wit so keen , 
Is always glad because she's Gladys. 

Young men are sad because her fad is 
To slight them all ; or short or tall 
Beneath her withering glance they fall 
Or fly, like well-hit tennis ball. 

When she gets older, let me add. 

The right young man, if like her "dad" 

In character, may yet get "Glad." 



The Reason 

To Mrs. S. K. Martin. November 17, 1908. 

A LTHOUGH she is a grandmama, 
/-\ Her heart is ever young; 

And this is just the reason why 
Her praise is always sung 

By children and grandchildren, too, 
And all who know her well. 

To list the names of her true friends 
Were more than tongue could tell. 



Good Hand to Fill 

To Mrs. Babcock, December 16. 1908. 

OH hostess fair beyond compare. 
We see you there with handsome Fred, 
A royal pair to draw to — there, 
That wasn't slang, so don't you care 
If we should tell how very well 
We love you both! Now, under oath. 
This is the truth, e'en rosebud youth, 
Though wondrous fair, cannot compare 
With Abbie rare in hostess' chair 
When she doth greet, with manner sweet 
In this best part of old Rush Street, 
The men who'd worship at her feet 
And women who pronounce her "sweet" 
And "dear"' and "good enough to eat." 
But we've no chance, there's so much meat 
And wine and sweet, on linen neat, 
That I can but repeat, repeat: 
"Our hostess dear no one can beat!" 



A Leader at Luncheon 

To Mrs. Frederick M. Steele, at luncheon to the Chicago Colony 
of New England. Thursday, May 26, 1910. 



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EAR President I Our President I 
With heart as true as steel 
We pledge to you our homage true 
Because in you we feel 



We have a leader just and fine , 

A true Colonial Dame, 
Who'll bring to our great colony 

Good deeds as well as fame. 

For this sweet hospitality 

Our thanks, the most sincere. 

And for the N. E. Colony 

Great growth from year to year! 



Easter 

AFTER forty days of sadness 
, And forty nights of gloom, 

We greet our friends with gladness 
And hail the Easter bloom 

Which typifies the light that lies 
0"er skies and lake and lawn; 

The clear, white light of hopefulness. 
Like coming of the dawn. 

Through Lenten days repentance pays 

For all the sins on earth ; 
So Easter days, the Lord be praised, 

We'll dedicate to mirth! 

No poem will I write to spring, 

Nor even a love sonnet; 
But may the day to each dame bring 

A lovely Easter bonnet! 

May each man at his board today 

Have appetite of feaster, 
Or, at the least, find meat enough 

To be made glad it's Easter! 



The Roasting Ears 

When sister Gertrude told us "the roasting ears" were ready 
and asked us to breakfast Friday, August 27, 
1909, in Oak Park. 



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H gayest of all parties 
Is in the early morn 
When sister dear at Oak Park 
Bids us to "Roasting Corn." 



We thank her for this favor 
To city folk, like us; 

For such maximum of flavor 
With minimum of fuss. 



Tempora Mutantur 

At Mr. and Mrs. L. A. Goddard's dinner, preceding the ball 

to National Banker's Convention, which President 

Taft attended, September 16. 1909. 



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OUR years ago we all went wild 
About the "Teddy bear;" 
Who later, like his prototype, 
Chased wild beasts to their lair. 



And then we grew light-headed, quite. 
And strained our mortal sight 

To watch each risky flying man 
In his aerial flight. 

Next on the list of our conceits 
Was chasing the North Pole ; 

Each one grew hot and then grew cold 
To find the frosty goal. 

Till now we've read so very much 

Of Dr. Cook and Peary; 
Of stores and shore, and ice galore. 

That everyone is weary. 

Today the men, and children, too. 

Are absolutely daft 
To see and meet, inspect and greet 

The smiling Mr. Taft. 

Tonight each lady at the ball 

Will absolutely hanker 
To meet the lions of the hour 

Each one of whom's a banker. 

Among this crazy lot of folk. 

The only ones who're sane 
Are our good host and hostess here. 

To whom a glass we drain. 



The Ideal Village 

For second Horse Show number of "Oak Leave*. 
September 12, 1908. 

OAK Park, "the ideal village" 
Bids you, good friends, attend 
Her show, to aid the children 
And asks that you will lend 
The glory of your presence 

To cheer the prancing steeds 
(But you may come in an auto 
If it best serves your needs). 
For horses are the monarchs 

Of our gay world today. 
And they shall wear the ribbons 
And all shall own their sway. 

We promise you a grand time. 

Let it be understood 
That, while you're making inerry. 

You're also doing good 
In helping little orphans 

Of Hephzibah's fair halls 
To know the joys of home life 

In its protecting walls. 
So charity and horse-flesh 

Combine Ln this appeal 
To give of your abundance 

And for the orphan's weal. 



Our Friends 

LET'S have a toast 
That's not a boast. 
Nor yet a roast. 
Nor to the host 
And hostess fair; 
But one for all 
Within our call, 
A bumper tall: 
"Friends— every where !" 



Sweet Charity 



For the first Special Horse Show Number of the Oak Park 
Weekly Paper. "Oak Leaves," September 4, 1908. 



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HY do our equine beauties 
So proudly lift the head? 
That little orphan children 
May have their daily bread. 



And why Oak Park's "400" 

So gaily are arrayed ? 
That every debt for orphans 

Full quickly may be paid. 

And why so very early 

Do these bright Oak Leaves fall ? 
That you may read and ponder 

And hear the children's call 

For shekels, gold and silver 
And big greenbacks galore 

To warm the home and keep the wolf 
Of hunger from the door. 



Our Own Royalty 

To Mrs. Potter Palmer, January 2, 1911. 



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O the fairest and the greatest 
Of all Chicago's dames, 
Whom the press and pulpit praises 
And ev'ryone acclaims 



Each inch a queen, though none has seen 

Her e'er assume the crown! 
'Tis merit makes and gives our queen 

A fame which will not down, 

A fame at home, a fame abroad. 

E'en in the halls of kings! 
Chicago's queen is ever seen 

The center of all things. 



She leads in thought, she leads in deeds, 

In ev'ry good she's seen; 
Her charity surmounts all creeds. 

As fits her regal mien. 

No queen on European throne 
Wears more secure her crown 

Than Palmer Castle's chatelaine 
Her well-won world renown. 

And so we bring our homage true 

Upon this New Year's day. 
To greet the queen and greet a prince 

And to the princess say: 

Long live these loveliest and best 

Of all the royal host! 
And don't forget, when far away, 

Chicago loves you most. 



From D. A. R. to S. A. R. 

At Yorktown Anniversary Banquet of Sons of American 
Revolution, October 19. 1910. 

NOW, Daughters, as the Sons are hosts. 
Let's put away Chicago boasts 
About our growing numbers, 
And say 800 plus, or more. 
Is but a tale of fairy lore 
Or figment of our slumbers. 

To be polite to you tonight. 

Dear Brothers of the S. A. R., 
We'll own that you are choicer far 

As a select society; 

Yet we, in all propriety. 

While for this feast expressing thanks. 
Confess we love our widening ranks; 
And, for the future, there's no knowing 
How much we yet may keep on growing. 



Message 



Sent April 16, 1912, to the D. A. R. Congress in Washington 

during her last illness and received with great applause 

after her reelection as Vice-President General. 



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O matter how elections 
May really terminate. 
My heart will be contented, 
My spirits still elate. 



For if we win we're happy, 

And if we lose, we're glad 
To give to some one better 

The honors that we had. 

Also those long, long journeys 
To meetings of the Board, 

Which take of time and substance 
All one can well afford. 

But oh, the joy of meeting 

Distinguished "Daughters" here 

And of great topics treating 
Doth each to each endear. 

So, if that balloting machine 

Says I'm a V. P. G., 
I'll send my warmest thanks and love 

To those who vote for me. 

But if it says I'm nothing. 

Why, that I'll gladly be 
And rest content with what is sent 

Unto the absentee. 

For hearts of D. A. R.'s are brave 

In victory or defeat; 
Since, truth to tell, they take as well 

The bitter as the sweet. 



Newest Neighbors 

At dinner by Mr. and Mrs. Alexander in their New Midlo- 
thian Cottage, August 8, 1908. 

LONG live our newest neighbors! 
The ones with girls just four, 
And were they all such fine ones 
We'd wish they had a score, 
So we from them could borrow 

Some dimples and some smiles 
Of youth to ward off sorrow 
And shorten the golf miles 
Which faithful members travel 

To keep themselves in trim 
To feast, or play the "nineteenth" 
As well as work with vim. 

We're glad they dwell beside us 

And have those pretty girls 
With eyes so like the diamonds 

And hearts as pure as pearls. 
And, though we never covet. 

We're glad our lot is cast 
Where all those pretty daughters 

So oft go walking past. 
Congratulations to them 

Whose children marry fast! 
Like all of earthly blessings. 

They are too good to last. 



A Toasted Miller 

To Mrs. Harry Irving Miller, South Shore Country Club 
September 10, 1907. 

TO one whose word ever is trusty ; 
Whose friendship never grows rusty; 
In whose praises each one is so lusty! 
She's a Miller, but never is dusty I 
In fact, sweet friends, she is just a 
Perfect dear, to whom now I must a 
Toast propose: "Our hostess!" 



A Queer Combination 

At Mrs. Litzinger's large luncheon in honor of Mrs. Oeneen, 
wife of the Governor of Illinois, December 20, 1910. 



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LL hail to Lady Litzinger, 

Who 'mongst her friends did find 
As royal guest, at this her "fest," 
A pearl of womankind ; 



One whose lifemate, in chair of state, 

Is Governor Deneen; 
Beside him she may "Mrs."' be; 

To us she is a queen. 

A state with governor and queen 

Is very odd, I own; 
But queens of old, we're often told. 

Need not be bold to really hold 

The power behind the throne. 

So here today she's queen and guest 
And all the rest that's truly best ! 

Her health let's drink with greatest zest. 



No Danger 

To Col. and Mrs. Dickason. December 30, 1908. 



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E ail have dual natures, all 
Who on this earth abide ; 

Not always vastly different 
From that of Jekyl-Hyde. 



Yet oft we see those fathers stem 
Who rule with rod and "saws" 

But change with glee, at sight of tree, 
To kindly Santa Glaus. 

Our hostess here, whom all hold dear 
And own a perfect charmer. 

In summer-time, by links twice nine. 
Insists she is a "farmer" 



The Colonel, too, without ado. 
Puts on his hob-nailed boots. 

And walks about and stalks about 
And, like a Scotchman, hoots 

Out "fore," "encore" or other lore 

Of golf or warrior bold. 
But that's all "bluff" or "hot air" stuff. 

Ladies need not be told ! 

Let none alarm her! He"ll not harm her! 
Although a "farmer," he's a charmer 

Like his wife! 

To them, long life! 



How Great Was Alexander? 

At dinner given by Mrs. A. H. Sanders in honor of Mr. and 
Mrs. Alexander, who had just purchased the lot ad- 
joining the Sanders' home at Midlothian 
Country Club. June 20, 1907. 



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ROM earliest days to present 
There's no escape from fate. 
The name of Alexander 
Is always classed as great. 



And fitting 'tis that golfers. 
With name of grandest sound, 

Who come to build among us. 
Should have the highest ground ; 

The ground that sweeps the golf course 
And where the forests start. 

Beside the best of neighbors 
And old Midlothian's heart. 

Now that we've met and know them. 

We trust it's not too late 
To toast "The Alexanders!" 

And vow, with vim: "They're great!" 



True Hospitality 

To Mr. and Mrs. Ira Nelson Morris, Congress Hotel, 
January 17, 1911. 



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S Morris dances, famed of old, 
Excel the "Boston Dip," 
So Morris hospitality 
Essentially is "it;" 



Quite boundless in good comradeship 

And in the bon esprit 
That sends the jest from lip to lip 

And fills the heart with glee. 

It were not possible to find 

Tonight a better toast 
Than this sweet hostess, fair and kind. 

And our most genial host. 

'Tis true we all love opera 

And worship evei^ "star;" 
But they'll soon speed away from us 

So very, very far. 

To flirt with Quakers or that "Hub" 
Which turns on Boston Bay 

Tliat we can only say "God Speed! 
Do come another day!" 

And turn our very fondest thoughts 

To Ira N. and wife, 
To thank them and to wish for them 

All joy and length of life. 



Woman's Rights 

To Mrs. Clarence A. Knight, December 16, 1908. 

NONE longs today 
For chivalry 
Or battle-axe of might ; 
At Christmas time 
Of nineteen nine 

Fair woman is the knight. 



Who's ever bold, 
Nor e'er grows old 

Nor shrinks from fiercest light; 
She goes her way 
And has her say 

Nor yearns for further right 

Than just such rights 
As Mrs. Knight's 

Or these good friends here met; 
Where each one rules, 
Nor seeks the polls 

Like screaming suffragette. 



An Itinerary 

To Mrs. Mason, before her departure with Mr. Mason for a 
winter in Egypt. 



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HEALTH, dear Mrs. Mason, 
And to your liege so true! 
May smiling skies attend you 
Across the boundless blue! 



In old Egypt where you're going, 

Much is buried, much is hid; 
But we hope you'll find which Mason 

Built the tallest pyramid. 

We are willing you should tarry 

But a very little while 
With the camel-boys who harry 

Folk who sail upon the Nile. 

May you find the river's source. 

Follow far upxDn its course ; 
May you shy from smelly mummies. 

Swindling guides and dreadful dummies; 

Greet the Khedive in his palace. 
See the Sphinx upon the sand. 

Ride a camel, drain a chalice. 

And come back to freedom's land. 



The Lady of the Violets 

To Mrs. M. E. L. Sharpe, of Boston, author of the "Golden 
Rule Cook Book" (vegetarian). Mrs. Sharpe 
iJways wears violets. November 1 2, 1 908. 

OH lady of the violets. 
So dainty and true blue — 
Not of the blue-stocking type, 
But of the rosy hue — 
Who guards with care all sentient life 

And takes the humane view. 
We honor these your principles 
And tune our lyre to you! 

You are Dame Nature's lover true. 

Her fruits you glorify. 
And by your vegetarian life 

Give shame to such as I 
Who eat of flesh and fish and fowl 

And don't object to eggs, 
And have been known to order "owl" 

On prairie chicken's legs. 

Is't wearing of the violets 

And always violet hues 
That keeps you so inviolate 

From viands others use ? 
If wearing of the violet 

Could make me wise as you, 
And write a book with such success, 

1 would all meat eschew. 



A Tenor Trio 

To Signor Bonci of the Grand Opera and Signora Bonci, at 

South Shore Country Club, Chicago, 

Apra22, 1908. 



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HEALTH to both the Boncis, 
Signora and Signor! 
And eke two other Boncis 
We welcome to this shore. 



First, there is young Rudolfo. 

A loving poet youth ; 
And next comes Wilhelm Meister, 

The seeker after truth. 

Propitious Fate, we thank you 
For this most happy chance 

To meet and greet these great ones 
And not, far off, askance. 

Across the brilliant footlights 
To see the shining "stars" 

Who, to the most of mortals. 
Are far away as Mars. 

Signor, Rudolfo, Wilhelm' 

What brilliant trinity 
Of tenors, in one household 

All at one time to see! 



Where Pluto Rules 

At French Lick Springs, Indiana, May 24, 1907, Mrs. Noyes' 

wedding anniversary, the birthday of Mr. Fred 

C. Thwaites and Queen Victoria. 



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A^' each recurring wedding day 
In this most balmy month of May 
Bring friends around our board to meet 
With never, never vacant seat ! 



Two birthdays here we celebrate — 

One of a youth, one of the Great! 
To each we'd fill a bumper. 

To each a glass we'd drain. 
If it weren't for the morrow, 

The headache and the pain, 
Also the further knowledge 

That wish for wine is vain, 
Since "Pluto" holds the trump card 

And we good health would gain. 



Discovery 



To Mr. and Mrs. Henry J. Patten, May 2, 1909, at dinner, 

followed by stereopticon views of their recent 

trip around the world. 



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WAS on a tiny island that 
Columbus found our land, 

And on an isle Antillean 
We met our host so bland ; 



And, later, Mrs. Patten dear; 

Then here the two together. 
Whose home a perfect haven is 

Whatever the wind and weather. 

Columbus crossed but one great sea 
While they have sailed them all; 

We hope they both, like fishermen. 
Can tell some tales quite tall, 

Of queer folk in this world of ours 
And lands that they have seen. 

As well as show their good snap-shots 
Upon the shadow screen. 

But did they ever, ever find 
In all their long, long way, 

A town as bright and wholly right 
As Evanston today? 



Who'8 Afraid? 

At luncheon given by Mrs. Frost in honor of Mr. Merry and 

Mrs. Kinney of San Francisco, Union League Club, 

January 17, 1907. 



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HOUGH wintry winds and driving snows 
Have killed each native flower. 

Dame Nature has no power to chill 
This joyous festal hour. 



Earthquakes may shake our Golden Gate 

And wreck Jamaica's Isle; 
The flames may spread where splendor ruled 

And battles rage; but while 

Our hearts beat true to suffering's call 

And Merry is the guest. 
Dame Kinney will bring joy to all 

And U. L. C. the rest. 

No day can ever be so drear 

That everything is lost; 
No word that anyone may say 

Can make us dread a Frost. 



The Smile That Wins 

To Mr. and Mrs. John Farson, South Shore Country Club, 
January 6. 1907. 



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UR host has all the courtliness 
Of old-world Spanish don. 
Yet when he beams with boyish smile. 
We almost call him "John." 



Almost, not quite; there is, you know, 

The President, John Farson, 
With words so brave and thoughts so grave 

You'd think he was a parson. 

Oh heart of ten, and head of sage. 

And good man all in one! 
We're mighty glad to be your guests 

And to the "South Shore" come. 

Who would not fly a bright red tie 
If with it went your "eagle eye," 

Your quenchless zeal to "do or die" 
And everyone your friend for aye? 



In the Swim 



To Mrs. Hammer, at Woman's Athletic Club, following the 
Swimming Contest, June 9, 1908. 

A LTHOUGH each club guest of today 
A-X Is wondrous neat and trim. 
It cannot truthfully be said 
That all are ""in the swim." 

And if directoire costumes slim 

Are "au fait" as they state, 
Not one of our athletic guests 

Is strictly "up to date." 

But hearts of all are rightly placed 

And no one's head's awhirl; 
Each one a friend indeed — a good. 

Old-fashioned "summer girl." 

Dear Mrs. Hammer hits the heads 

With shafts of brilliant wit, 
And wins all hearts so mightily 

That we know she is "it." 



The Power Behind the 
Throne 

At Farson dinner, following close of Oak Park Horse Show, 
September 7, 1907, given at "Pleasant Home." 



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O "Pleasant Home's" fair chatelaine 

We loving homage pay, 
And to her health each glass we'll drain! 

There is no better way 



To tell these friends that, though her lord 
May rule Horse Shows and far may roam. 

The gentle wife, love of his life, 

Is the best part of "Pleasant Home." 



The rhymes of praise The Argus pays 
Sir John, are now well known; 

Tonight the bays, and aye the lays. 
We'll pay the pow'r behind his throne! 



The Belle that Wrings 

At farewell luncheon to Miss Isabel McDougall, 
March 24. 1908. 



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EPARTING belle, our Isabel, 
Dear Isabel McD., 
Your going wrings the hearts of all 
Though not our tongues, you see. 



For days and days, each friend with praise 

Has spoken the God-speed 
And tried to tell, although not well. 

How great is still our need 

Of this one belle, our Isabel, 

The life of every band. 
No other one your place can fill. 

We offer the "glad hand" 

To hold you, not to bid you go 
To Eastern land or foreign land ; 

No other hearts can love you so. 
We hope you fully understand 

That here at home are fondest hearts 

That always for you yearn. 
And never will be quite content 

Until you shall return! 

We'll lend you for a little while 

To sisters dear and true; 
But don't forget, oh ne'er forget 

That what we want is you. 



The Living Mona Lisa 

At Mrs. Goddard's dinner, to Mrs. Dix at Blackstone Hotel, 
October 14, 191 I. Mrs. Goddard greatly resembles 
Leonardo Da Vinci's famous "Mona Lisa." 



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F Da Vinci's Mona Lisa, 

With paint so hard and dry 
And a smile quite enigmatic. 
Can raise a hue and cry 



Of "mysterious disappearance" 
Throughout the entire world, 

And keepers from their places with 
Anathemas are hurled, 

It behooves us to guard closely 
Our treasure, more than art. 

The living Mona Lisa 

Of blood and brain and heart. 

She's a smile that's always pleasing, 
A heart that's always glad. 

And ways so wholly chaiTning 
Her friends are never sad. 

Oh, living Mona Lisa 

Our love is wholly thine 
And will be so forever 

Without the pledge of wine! 



Merely a Hope 

In the prohibition district of the South Shore Country Club. 

June 9, 1907, on a cold, cold summer evening, with 

Mr. and Mrs. Black, Mr. and Mrs. Pixley 

and Judge Payne. 



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HOUGH summer's chilling blasts are here, 
And we forgot the flowers. 
We hope to have "something to cheer," 

With ne'er a Farwell fiend to fear. 
Oh dear, good friends of ours! 



Christmas Greetings 

To a number of friends in response to Christmas cards, 1906. 



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HE wondrous lore of mystic birth. 
The gifts that Santa brings, 
The "Peace and Good Will" on the earth. 
The song the glad heart sings — 



All these give zest to Christmas joys, 
Yet more the season sends — 

That sweetest, dearest of them all. 
The kind thoughts of our friends. 



Ducks and Doves 

To Mrs. George M. Millard, at Luncheon given at Woman's 

Club in honor of the owner of the "Doves Press," 

October 26. 1907. 

ACROSS the sea there flew a dove 
To visit with a duck, 
"And sure," said she, " 'Twill be a lark 
If with me goes good luck. 
Dame Mallard dwells in Cotswold green 

Mid sycamores so dark. 
Afar from city's dreadful din 

Quite safe in Highland Park. 
And there we'll sing and swim and coo. 

And maybe talk a little, too. 
As duck and doves are wont to do." 

Oh, nature fakirs, cease romance! 

No birds are on your card ; 
"Tis Mrs. Cobden-Sanderson 

And Mrs. George Millard! 
But women may be ducks or doves. 

Or singing birds or perfect loves. 



Mother and the Twins 

To Mrs. EJla Wood Dean, at luncheon. May II. 1907. 



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O Ella, sweet Ella Wood Dean, 
A health let us drink today ; 
She's joy, joy, joy, without alloy. 
That all of our hearts can sway. 



A health to dear Ella Wood Dean! 

A health to her and the twins, 
Who strike our hearts like Cupid"s darts 

With always the smile that wins! 

A health to friends and mother dear! 

A health to everyone! 
We're glad we're here and full of cheer. 

Though the day's but just begun. 

Our thanks to dear Ella Wood Dean; 

Our thanks for this feast so gay ; 
For day so bright and air so keen 

And the joys we carry away. 



The Answer 

To Harry J. Furber, Jr., on the anniversary of his birth. 
May 12. 1908. 



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E'VE come here to surprise you. 
No matter what's been said. 
And, knowing that you're wise, you'll 
Not fill us full of lead. 



We're bound to drink your health. Sir, 
And your good mother's, too— 

We'll gather at your board. Sir, 
Without any more ado. 

Of Doctor Harry Furber. 

One year ago today. 
We asked this leading question, — 

"What have you got to say?" 



And now this question's answered: 

When speeches of the best 
By learned men are sought for 

With him they end the quest. 

For Doctor Harry Furber 

The world has naught but praise, 

And his profound addresses 
Have won for him the bays. 

He surely well deserves them. 

For, to his listeners tense, 
In golden words he serves them 

Not only eloquence 

But thought with which he nerves them 

To honesty's defense — 
This paragon of wisdom 

Balanced by common sense! 



Good Medicine 

New England Society of Chicago, Bunker Hill Day Celebra- 
tion. Midlothian Country Club, June 19, 1907. 



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IDLOTHIAN greets New England here 

And hopes she'll feel at home 

Amid these mighty "bunker" hills 

And "links" of prairie loam. 



No "stern and rock-bound coast" have we 
Where "breaking waves dash high;" 

But, like as not, the weather man 
A rainstorm will supply. 

And we will give you welcome warm 

With country fare to eat. 
Till you'll forget your pumpkin pies 

And baked beans and meat. 

We've "bunkers" here but no high hill. 
And "medicine" (without the pill). 

Stay with us friends; stay with us till 
Of every good you get your fill. 



Two Queens of May 

At a Mayday luncheon to Mrs. Edward L. Upton, newly 

elected President of Chicago Woman's Club, 

May 13, 1908. 



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S perfect sunsets always glow 
Somewhere adown the west, 
And heaven's kingdom can be found 
Within the human breast. 



So shining May Days may be had. 

No matter what the weather. 
When loving hearts and spirits true 

Meet round the board together, 

Where friend to friend good thoughts can lend 

And change deep gloom to sun; 
Where Presidents are plentiful. 

Both "Ex" and those to come; 

Yet, best of all, the present ones — 

Our hostess and the Queen 
Of all the clubs (The Woman's Club) 

Who at her right is seen. 

Today we pay our homage true 

To these two queens of May. 
We'll loyal be, as you shall see. 

In what we do and say. 



Seventy-Six to Twelve 

Greetings from the ancient and honorable Daughters of the 

American Revolution to the youthful U. S. 

Daughters of 1812, Woman's Club, 

February 28, 1907. 



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O youngest "Daughters" greeting. 
Fair girls of eighteen twelve. 
Whose forbears all are noted 
And who need not delve 



Through musty tomes and parchments. 

Or dim traditions' mix, 
Like us whose years are many, 

None less than seventy-six. 

You'll ne'er be old as we are. 

And none will try to shelve 
The pretty youthful daughters 

Whose years remain at twelve. 

Congratulations to you, 

Whose ages play no tricks, 
As do the "fighting daughters," 

Who date from seventy-six ! 

To the youngest daughters, greeting 

From the oldest in the line. 
May much joy come from this meeting! 

Your healths, dear girls, in wine! 



A Few Questions 

At luncheon for Mrs. Jessie McCutcheon Raleigh, after honey- 
moon winter in Montana, 
April 14, 1908. 

OH Jessie, Jessie Raleigh, do tell us, we pray. 
If wooed the modem Raleigh in brave Sir Walter's way? 
Did he cast his cloak before you to keep your feet dry- 
shod. 
Or hypnotize your girlish eyes to think he was a god? 

Or treat you as the Virgin Queen, the great and good Queen Bess, 
And bow down like her subject until you said your "Yes?" 
Or did he come like warrior, or cowboy from the plain. 
And bear you off in triumph, by force of might and main? 

Or did he come like poet and sing your heart away 
With tales of Wild Montana where fruit and gold alway 
But wait for hands to gather the riches spread broadcast ? 
Oh tell us, gentle Jessie, this leaf from out your past! 



speak Softly 



For Mr. Noyes, at Forty Club Dinner, December 20, 1906, 

when Mr. Fred Gardner, the Secretary, asked each 

member to write his own introductory verse. 

EACH one will do for Gardner 
What none would do for pelf; 
E'en make a rhyme at dinner time 
To introduce himself. 

In far away New England. 

Where words and speech are choice. 
My earliest ancestors 

Were always known as "Noyce;" 

But in the "wild and woolly west," 

Among the Forty boys. 
To make a pun or turn a jest. 

They always call me "Noise!" 



To Miss Kremer 

Her birthday. May 12. 



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O this lucky little lady 

Bom on the twelfth, we say : 
May each day of your lifetime 
Be fine as this in May! 



And, knowing that it has been so, 
We really cannot blame her 

That she's persistently refused 
All names except Jean Kremer. 



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Good Health 

To Mr. and Mrs. Henry Charles Lytton. 
Monday. June 10, 1907. 

health to Henry Lytton 

And to his spouse so true; 

May smiling skies attend thenn 

Across the boundless blue! 

We trust their trip's a short one; 

To part with them we're loath; 
And may the health they're seeking 

Come speedily to both! 



On a Fly Leaf 

To Miss Marion Buckingham, on her wedding day, June 8, 
1910. Written on a fly-leaf of a volume printed 
in 1804, and once owned by George III. 

DEAR daughter of an English mother, 
Who weds and leaves our land. 
We give good wishes, without measure. 
Also this tome, our best book treasure. 
Because you'll understand. 
In looking o'er its covers old 

And seeing stamped thereon 
A coat of arms, in fadeless gold. 
That royalty did first uphold 
And then did look upon 
This book of Orient lore; 
For George, The Third, first owned the tome. 
So, if on British soil you dwell, 
'Twill be like going home. 



The Perfect Woman 

To Mrs. F. W. Upham. South Shore Club, Sept. 29. 1906. 

SEARCH you for a perfect woman? 
Be sure you'll not search long — 
She's at this very table's head, 
Queen of both home and song. 



A Grammatical Puzzle 

To Mrs. Albion W. Small and Mrs. Carl C. Heisen — Each the 
"most beautiful girl in Chicago." 

SOMETHING to puzzle pedagogues 
And make the rules of grammar fall, 
Two perfect types superlative 
With no comparative at all. 

'Twas "most beauteous Mamie Heisen," 

The "loveliest Lena Small," 
Both transcendent types of beauty. 

Both divinely fair and tall. 

In parents of those paragons 

Perfection still endures; 
Pauline's a perfect artist 

And the Doctor always cures. 

When each friend around the table 

Sustains perfection's test. 
Why bother with superlatives 

When everyone's the best ? 

We know our friends are pure and true. 

And we are true to them; 
If truth is beauty, this must bring 

Perfection among men. 



To Their Swift Return 

To Mr. and Mrs. Edward F. Swift. October 14, 1909. jiut 

before the latter started for Europe for the 

winter of 1909 and 1910. 



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O our ever radiant hostess 
And our ever genial host 
Each friend around the table 
Will drink a heart-felt toast. 



To Mister and to Mistress Swift 
We all tonight the glass will lift; 
Although they do not claim the Pole 
To each we'll give the Swede word "skol,' 

"Prosit" also "bon voyage" and 
"Most any tongue that can command 
The wealth of wishes we all feel 
For their great happiness and weal. 

We grieve to part, but hope foretells 
That, like the Babcocks and Revells, 
The spell of Europe cannot hold 
Or lure them till their hearts grow cold 

To the one land, the only land 
Which now is great, yet can expand 
And always give the helping hand 
To all the world. It sets the pace 

Of progress for the human race. 
Yet holds in horror all the "fast" 
And rapid, which can never last, 
And still what's Swift appeals to ail 

From motors to a batted ball 
Or answer to a "C. Q." call. 
To make our meaning very clear. 
The fast, the reckless, we all fear; 

The Swift, the true, we hold most dear. 
As sunshine through the storm-cloud rifts 
Our hearts go out to both the Swifts. 



A Fond Farewell 

On Friday evening, April 23, 1909, a great Farewell Banquet 

was tendered to the outgoing President General 

N. S. D. A. R., at New WiUard Hotel. 



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UR farewells to the President 
Who quits the cares of state; 
New Generals will fill her chair. 
But never one as great 



In heart and brain and ready wit, 

In wisdom and in sense, 
To settle every difference 

Or in the just defense 

Of right, as right, to fight for truth 

With might and eloquence. 
Without our "Peerless Leader," bold; 

Without her wondrous smile, 

Methinks our white walls will seem cold, 

Its stage a desert isle 
Without that wealth of floral bloom 

Which comes to her alone. 

There's but one flower, "forget-me-not," 

That ever can atone 
For our lost Queen of Presidents 

Whom time doth now dethrone. 

Nor chance nor change can e'er estrange 

Our love for her so pure. 
Since in our heart of hearts for aye 

Her image will endure. 

And now the hour of parting's near; 

Tomorrow is the close 
Of Continental Congress here. 

So I will now propose 

We drink her health and wish her wealth 

And happiness, care free! 
Yet in the whole wide world there's none 

Can love her more than we) 



The Last Wish 

To the Chicago Chapter Delegates, who sent beautiful flowers 

to Mrs. Noyes on the eve of their departure for 

Washington, April 12, 1912, when she was 

too ill to attend Congress. These were 

her last verses. 



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EAR delegates and "Daughters," 
Your flowers touch my heart! 
So I make haste to write you 
My thanks ere you depart. 



May each hour of the journey 
With comfort be replete! 

And peace pervade each session 
In which the Daughters meetl 

May wisdom guide the Congress 

At finish as at start, 
And ne'er a single Daughter 

E'er fail to do her part! 

The call of Patriotism 
Always the heart elates. 

Of true Chicago "Daughters" 
God bless her delegates! 



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